I have this fire within me, and if I don’t have a way to deal with it, an outlet, it will consume me within it’s flames. When I fight, I feel its energy, it’s heat, coursing through my veins, fueling me instead of burning me. I don’t know if this fire is anger, or pain, I don’t know. But I feel most like myself when I fight, in the heat of the moment where every movement and decision matters.
I’m usually the one kicking ass in tournaments, but even when I’m losing, even when I know I’ll be defeated, I helplessly smile. I go to have fun, but more importantly, to prove my strength and courage, and no matter what, I always know I tried my hardest. I fight till the end, all while making friends in these tournaments.
I can never sit still. I always have to be up and active. Even when I write these blog posts, I feel the urge to get up and move around every couple paragraphs. The energy is persistent, and the fire burns me when I stand still. Others can’t keep up with me, sometimes I’m to much, to active, and it sucks. I wish people felt what I felt, this drive, this energy that makes me want to accomplish everything in one day.
My closet is full of swords and weapons. My favorite one, my first sword, is from my last tournament when I got first place in sparring and second place in forms. It’s a longsword, and it’s sharp as hell. But I can’t use it. There’s no reason to in today’s world, and it sucks. No dragons. No ninjas. But at least I have it incase of a break in or robbery I suppose. Just Imagine the look on that burglars face when I whip out my medieval sword.
Martial arts is my passion. I know taekwondo and I’m practicing karate, kickboxing, and brazilian jiu jitsu. Well at least I was, I’m taking a few weeks off to save up for a car. One of my goals along with moving to New York is to learn Kungfu. I feel like it’s more fluid and circular motions/ movements would fit best with my body frame and fighting style. Another goal I have is to practice parkour. I want to incorporate flips and vaults into my fighting, to look cool in competitions and for real life situations to intimidate my opponents (and to be flashy with it).
The point is, find your passion, find where your fire leads you to, even if it’s to the trophy stands. I don’t know if everyone feels the fire that I do, but we all have a soul, and your soul will find it’s passion. You have a destiny waiting to be created. I’ll find mine eventually.