Persistent

The difference between humans and other species in the animal kingdom is our intelligence & self awareness. These attributes used together create an animal capable of complex reasoning.

Hunting was something humans weren’t built for so we manipulate the skills we have to persist up the food chain. Persistence hunting is one of the oldest methods of how humans would hunt without horses or dogs to aid them. This would involve tracking lets say a deer til it has to stop from exhaustion. In this type of hunting we take advantage of the fact that we can cool down via sweat throughout the whole body instead of just the mouth like lots of animals with fur. We also know that we as humans can run for long distances without to many problems which means that as long as we persist we will catch that animal.

We as humans over time have discovered how to heal faster and more efficiently than other species. Instead of a dog simply limping til the leg heals over time we humans use nutrients to heal faster and supports as braces/casts to ensure proper healing therefore better recovery and future use.

Innovation through persistence over time makes for a resilient organism. Repeating that persistent innovation will allow you to access greater feats of prestige.

Risk, Learn, Adapt & Repeat.

If we are gifted with the ability of reason, the ability to problem solve and thereby innovate… Where could this seemingly baked in drive come from?

Most people tend to believe one of these three similar entities: •Life. •God/Angels. •Universe

The soul in many cultures is thought to be your true self and your body is the vessel in which you experience. With this we can wonder if the soul comes pre-downloaded with the attributes above and by what entity.

Honestly these entities are all the same just defined with different words and sounds. The fact is that we are gifted lessons through the struggles of problem solving which brands lessons into your being is why we innovate.

“Life happens for you, not to you.” -Jim Carrey

If what Jim says is true then the intervention of misfortune is actually a gift for growth. The moments in life that are hard, troubling, difficult or seemingly negative are actually exactly what we need.

So the next time you ask,

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Remember there is a reason why we learn from struggle. Some cultures take this to another level and seek out these challenges so that they can unlock lessons not many others will ever know.

For example,

In the mountains of Japan in Mount Hiei there is a group of Tendai Buddhist Monks that seek their enlightenment through what is known as a Kaihōgyō.

Kaihōgyō: The world’s most brutal marathon. 1,000 marathons in 1,000 days. Often combined with long fasting and a specific diet to earn Enlightenment or Death. Since the 1800s only 46 have completed. Taking their own source of lesson learning into their own hands these monks charge toward understanding.

In these more modern times you can quite the run at any time, but not many are permitted to do such a journey unless cleared by the elders. These monks use fitness as a gateway to Godliness.

Where can you find the lessons? What can be learned from previous hard times?

I promise there is a lesson in all things.

Hard Times

“Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And, weak men create hard times.” – G. Michael Hopf

Michael puts it best with Hard Times making Hard Men…. And Woman…. And however else you identify. Adversity if emotionally managed correctly can strengthen you.

Mr. Chow from the Hangover Trilogy puts it anther way that’s a bit more fun: “Oh, you are having a bad day. Did you die?
What’s the matter, you never do blow before? Sometimes your heart stop, it start up again. Read a book.”

As much as I wouldn’t recommend the “blow” part Mr. Chow makes a compelling point. If you didn’t die then what’s next for you sorrow or celebration. Depending on the situation of course; are you going to survive and think why it happened to you or charge forward with the seal of survival tattooed on your character.

My mother asked me the other day…. Mom: “Do you think pain becomes lesser as you experience more or does it stay the same?” This is a powerful question. I told her I don’t think the pain changes I think you do.

After experiencing your peak level of pain all other incidences below that become no big deal.

Think of it this way…. A child gets a paper cut and will scream like there has been shanked in prison. That child grows up saddles a skateboard and spends its teen years with road rash daily. And the teen will pop back up after eating it hard, shake off the pain and keep trying til that trick is landed.

So let’s go back to the quote at the top.

“Hard Times Make Hard Men.” A diamond is forged in heat and pressure and so is an iron will.

“Strong Men Create Good Times.” Have you ever met the people who work past their specified hours to be sure they finish a job right. That is the spirit that builds cultures and sustains life styles.

“Good Times Make Weak Men.” There is always a trade off. If anything a hard time reveals where everyone needs to improve. Especially those not quite strong enough. This is why doing something that sucks daily to build up your emotions like a well tuned immune system.

*Read Something That Sucks for Context*

“And, Weak Mean Create Hard Times.” You are either part of the solution or part of the problem. Take during the current crisis of coronavirus. There are those who seek attention more than the safety of loved ones. These people are those who disturb a balance and often for vanity.

How you choose to live your life is definitely your choice. I personally want to be the Hard Man someone can rely on for whats needed. I’m not perfect and no one is. Thats a perk of humanity we mess up. Once you fall you pick yourself up again. Spirit and grit are the secret ingredients.

This quote is a call to action.

It highlights the people who work hard because they are built that way. Not everyone has to be a work horse to be a hardened individual.

This quote demands action for your potential to be the person who charges forth on what they yield passion for.

These Hardened Folk are the pillars of a society.

What are you made of? Are you the individual who can work twelve hours a day without complaint because you know that you are the one that needs to bring the “bacon” home? Are you the person who to meet a deadline stays up sacrificing their sleep so that their art is released on time?

I choose to be both and as much as I may falter from time to time it doesn’t ever mean I stop trying and getting up.

If you are a work horse then be the one who will always clock in on time to be sure that the things needed are supplied.

If you are an artist and your work is entertainment then finish that art on its dead line so that your audience waiting to read, listen or watch can find peace at the time they need it.

If you are a guardian and your job is to raise a child, pet or protect a loved one then dispute how you feel supply the support you have promised.

If you are a leader then lead with confidence. Mark your life with the signature of proud flow and show others that it is possible to push forward when it is hard.

If you don’t know where you belong then fake it. Find yourself one of these masks and practice what it is like to be one of these. I promise as long as you play the part and try to learn the art of improvement over time it will become who you truly are. Faking it is just practice while borrowing someone else’s blue print.

Take life by the horns and wrestle it to the ground letting it know you are here to win.

Creating Magic

Its the early afternoon on a standard sunny California day. Driving down the long coastal roads matching the speed limit exactly because you can catch the right timing and achieve predicable greens.

“Magic’s just science we don’t understand yet.” ⁃ Arthur C. Clarke

My father would take these roads often for himself as a calming reminder of peace. He would often take solo motorcycle rides these ways for miles. Using the loud machine and hyper-vigilance to achieve meditation. Achieving peace of mind through chaos and danger. (Truly a hunter mindset.)

Knowing these roads and how they operate my father could create magic before my eyes as a child. As we would roll up to inevitable red light he would play games of intrigue.

As if by some kind of magic he could change the light at will. Like with some kind of meta-ability he would gain control of the lights.

Magic is just a perspective with a lack of knowledge. I had yet to learn what he knew of the timing of the road, its construction and the flow of traffic. So he took the opportunities to inject whimsy into the little moments.

As we age as humans you find this magic fascination into more specific feats. Someone beating your score in a video game. As it took great effort to achieve your score. What skill that person must have. Seeing savages like Joko Willink & David Goggins who continue to prove there is more in the tank before you have none.

I know that the consistent 2 miles I ran a day during the beginnings of COVID can become the morning marathons like Cameron Haynes. These feats are magic to me now, but once I have achieved then I will know the tick of magic myself.

It is your duty as someone who knows to create magic for others.

Be the one to be the calm and clear perspective.

Be the one who has and is willing to give if you can.

Be the one who knows.

“Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know.” ⁃ Lao Tzu

Its also very important to do most your teachings through action.

You can always inspire more by showing and doing than saying anything.

Find ways to create magic.

A Sore Reminder

From a young age my outlet was aggression and violence…. • Mission in a video game too challenging = break the remote. • Traffic too slow = rage in my seat. • Hair not cooperating = bitch at the hair gel.

This aggressive method would only get worse as I aged as with the influx of hormones came punching walls, doors, steering wheels, etc.

Punching became counter productive most when I was selling cars. One day while on a test drive with a customer I became increasingly more agitated as the customer continued to argue with his wife while making such driving mistakes as turning onto a street into on coming traffic. Once this drive ended I stomped my way to the stair well and proceeded to sink two clean punches into the metal door. This resulted in breaking partially one of my knuckles. Since that day I resolved a halt to punch objects to relieve stress.

Harming yourself is never a smart play what so ever. As my knuckle healed I contemplated the ignorance of violence. I no longer could hit the heavy bag at the gym for weeks. The use of my hand diminishing by 20% and the aches became distracting.

Even though it may seem obvious this habit of inflicting pain upon myself became a ready made solution to overwhelming feelings.

My logic was that if I could inflict a physical pain that it would ground me giving me a contrast to the overwhelming feelings. This would work to remind me that the physical pain was real and the feelings weren’t. This would expedite the process of letting a negative thought or feeling go.

I since have become better at letting those storms of frustration to pass like a buzzing fly. Simply blowing it away with swift breath.

Breathing.

Learning to breath through the frustration and stress as it passes leaving you with resolve and peace.

Pain can still be a powerful reminder. Meet Soreness…. This is Pain’s little brother. Soreness lets you know when something needs to recover. Soreness will often show up to restrict movement as to conserve energy for the recovery process. Soreness which is a lesser pain can be a good deterrent or cleansing process.

Much like a martial artist who chooses to avoid fighting because they know it will only result to two people being hurt I have a similar relationship with soreness.

Soreness most easily comes from physical exertion.

The pump from a good weight lift, the burn in a muscle from a solid run or the blood flow of a vigorous yoga routine can create a forceful calm about someone.

The soreness of a good workout is my adult pacifier. This reaction to hard wrk drains me of the bs and nonsense. Making it so I only have energy for what matters and for movements worth moving for. • Rude Customer. • Tripping. • Offensive This or That

None of it matters enough to get worked up about which in turn creates a rigidity to what most would become triggered.

What started as a strong and abusive habit of relief became a dazzling realization of control and peace. No one’s weakness has to stay one. We can evolve and strive for more.

What about you do you hide from yourself in plain site?

Be honest and progress.

Improvement without Judgement

In these current times as this post begins its formation into coherent intrigue I see a landscape of interesting history.

We are in the age of fit vs fat.

It’s fascinating to see content that says…. Loose fat, cheap, healthily and fast.

This movement of getting fit really kicked high gear in the late 80s and 90s where the idea of personal fitness outside of dedicated sports athletes was becoming common place. I am born of the 90s and raise by those who lived through this movement. Running was one of the first encouraged types of exercise for the average person.

Now we are in times where you can find content that says…. Gain lots of fat, cheap, healthily and fast.

I bring this difference view points up because of the polarizing stigma.

When I am on point and on a solid streak of fitness and healthy practices I can notice a difference in my attitude towards others. During the early days of COVID my partner and I picked up running as the gyms were closed. I got to a point where I was doing 5k runs almost daily with a 20k total bike and run on the weekends.

My attitude towards those who had less discipline was disgust. Judgement!

“You can make that decision 100 times and fail.” -Ethan Suplee

This judgmental mindset is something David Goggins highlights in his book. He explains how you may be getting after it each day but that doesn’t mean others have to either. The expectations placed on ones self is for no one but you.

Ethan makes an excellent point above when it comes to achieving a goal. If you don’t know about Ethan Suplee just make a quick google of this beast of a man.

Ethan was a co-star of one of the shows I would watch non-stop in my youth…. My Name is Earl.

Ethan was always casted as an over weight character so his life encouraged the weight to be packed on.

His heaviest was over 500lbs and he talks about how only in the recent 5 years has he been under 200lbs with mostly muscle instead of over 300lbs of excess fat.

What a spectacle to be had for sure.

Humble.

Thats the key to having success without being a douche about it.

Remember you can try 100 times and still fail. So the real lesson is never stop trying again.

If you continue to persist something must come of it.

Falling in love with the process as it were.

So for myself I recognized this judgement mindset that made me think I am superior based on my efforts in comparison. Instead recognize that not everyone wants to be a savage much less should be expected to be because I want to be.

Resilient Rose: Resisting

Resisting…. Rose hears the word yelled out as she is watching an episode of cops on tv. The cop yells “STOP RESISTING!”

Frozen by a flashback Rose is forced into the visceral reality of her life at 3 years old.

At 3 Rose would often refuse any food given to her as a protest to her misfortune in being raised the way she was. Eating was the only control she had in a very scary, abusive and sad life. This pattern follows Rose to this day as she eats out of emotional response finding the things that spark any kind of mouth pleasure to hide any pain.

When she was 3 to sustain some kind of intake Rose would forage in the family yard eating snails and dirt. The back yard was beautiful, peaceful and her step-father would never bother her here. It was her very limited safe space. Rose to this day loves nature. Any opportunity to place her hand on a tree, smell the flowers or admire the dalliance of a well kept garden makes Rose feel at peace. Rose’s grandmother would love watching her in the yard as she also knew thats where she felt at home. These moments would be very short lived unfortunately.

Rose remembers sitting in the corner of the yard with her blanket rocking back and forth nervously dreading reentry into the home just a few yards away. In a constant state of terror regarding her stepfather she is still baffled at why she was ever left alone with that man. He would often after causing any pain place his hand on her to qual her tears as if force was the solution to a stressed child. How a child this young could hate someone this much is truly amazing to behold.

Abject fear at all times.

Rose in her adulthood would be continuously plagued by this hate and fear. Those stories are to come, but this treatment would send Rose down a road of regret she would have never chosen for herself. In these times Rose would have moments of safety when her grandmother and grandfather were around and yet could never share that she was afraid or traumatized. Not out of pride, but concern for their safety.

Her stepfather to cover his tracks would threaten the lives of Rose’s grandparents the people she loved most to keep her quiet of the tragedy he would bestow upon her.

So much for a small child to concern herself with.

And yet no one could hear her cries.

PREVIOUS INSTALLMENT of RR

Cannibalism

Walking down the dreary hallway as the fluorescent lights hanging in their sockets by what only seems like the electrical current giving it enough juice to flicker. Nausea creeps up on you like a stalker. The faint sound of ripping, gnashing and slurping is heard down the hall. The smell of putrid regret inhabits your nose like a squatter in a vacant house. You turn the corner….. What you see chills you too the bone.

It’s you eating yourself alive.

We often become our own zombies, but not in a physical sense. This type of cannibalism is that of the mind.

As we are human and a species with the gift of thinking about thoughts we also tend to over analyze them. Like ever so many clouds drifting by in the sky so do our thoughts….

The difference is we think thoughts have any more tangibility to use than a cloud. So instead of simply pop open an umbrella we will often choose to sit in the rain as it floods the city of our mind.

BREAKING NEWS!!!!!! Heavy Storms Poor Down on a Reporter simply doing his job, “THIS IS STEW WITH CHANNEL 4 AND WE HAVEN’t SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE!” Stew grips his microphone and the stop sign beside him as the waters try to break his balance. “WE ARE DOOMED AND ALL HOPE IS LOST!!!” “WHY AM I EVEN OUT HERE!”
”IS THIS WHERE I DIE!?”

This is how it can feel to be swept away from such powerful persuasion of our own thoughts. I grew up watching such torture befall my own mother.

Watching my Mom struggle to get out of bed simply because there was no energy to be had was one of the best things for me to have seen growing up. Looking back at it now my Mom’s highs and lows were very informative and have taught me how powerful the mind can be.

Aggression was always my outlet and that is only because I choose to turn the raw emotional energy into aggression as I have always been able to turn that into workout energy.

My Mother’s struggle taught me that even an invisible monster can be as real as one gripping your neck in the physical.

The difference of course is that it is just a thought.

I learned healthy detachment growing up. You can also label it as perspective, but I think spicy language reads better. Being able to separate ones self from thought allows you to watch them drift by like the ad on a bus.

All hope is never lost and there is always another way. Anything is possible.

My Mother always found her way out of these crippling thoughts and her way was the motivation of her child. Grounding herself in what I needed would prompt her to find something for us to do that would pull the dark curtain from her mind.

Find what grounds you.

Understand a thought is simply just a cloud and you can dodge the rain and if nothing else us an umbrella.

Resilient Rose

Rose is a woman of great struggle and greater lessons. Polarizing and misunderstood Rose has traveled a path not for the faint of heart or the weak of mind. Her personality is the combination of survival meeting confusion.

The oldest of seven siblings she has played many roles, sister, caregiver, leader, secret keeper, provider and ambassador of pain.

Like the flower Rose is beautiful in appearance and seems to be the picture of privilege and yet her thorns are many. Her thorns born of defense and fear. Never given the proper amount of water or sunlight and yet being expected to be the perfect example of expectation.

This is Rose’s life through the fragments she can remember as life sends triggers her way through a commercial on tv or single word spoken by a stranger walking by. Through these triggers Rose can work through the struggle to gain wisdom.

These are her stories. Stories of Resilience.

Effortful Existence

I suppose this is a letter to myself, A painting on the cave wall, A tracking of ones mind in a given space of time, Being Constant is only so when you are conscious about it, And I intend on Being Constant.

My partner wrote in her Blog Post “Effortful Maintenance” how to sustain a feeling of personal enlightenment, you must sustain a level of gradual improvement through sustained effort.

I have always had a stubborn mind so those who relate this is a nod to you. Being stubborn has been a gift not a curse. Stubborn can also mean you don’t give up easy. So if you can manage to be open to learning, growing and changing for the better then your intention fueling “the stubbornness” becomes pointed in the correct direction.

Pointing my stubbornness comes together with a few factors… Creating Little Wins: I recommend picking one major field in your life that works as a foundation. This could be your fitness, nutrition, mental rituals, morning/evening routines, learning, your career or a hobby. Once you have decided which will be your base then you make a commitment to yourself to at all else alway have this one thing be done well always. I choose nutrition as for me if I’m eating well it encourages the fitness, the fitness encourages mental rituals and that trifecta triggers the rest. Creating these base wins makes sure that you are never truly out for good. Plan, Plan & Start: Once you establish what your base is make a plan that is simple to execute with little thought. Start tomorrow or if possible now. The sooner the better. Believe in Yourself or at worst Fake It: I’m not saying lie to yourself…. if you aren’t giving enough do better tomorrow and always climb. But while art the bottom of Everest looking up it wont help to think it’s impossible. Every single step will become its own achievement as you go. Build to the top. Back Yourself Up: Be your best hype person. I love where I am told I can’t do something or something isn’t possible. My mother taught me no one can tell you what you can do only you can do that for yourself. My father taught me that there is always a way. So my response to “haters”? Find your nearest megaphone and repeat the following like a military drill sergeant! “F@CK YOU WATCH ME!”

This Stubborn Pride is why if I feel something isn’t right I can’t sit and do nothing about it. Because if I stop myself from improving I am dying. To be clear there is a difference between lashing out to injustice and asking questions in the pursuit of understanding and awareness.

My partners blog post is a beautiful way to explain that you decide if you want to exist powerfully or let life pass you up. Her post also reminds me that I found a strong partner that for herself she wants her own greatness. I have found that when you are with someone that is more than a wife, girlfriend, friend, but a partner that is an equal. She bolsters my favorite qualities within me and my stubborn belief embodies us both.

We are two rockets strapped together pointed in a similar direction.

So… Watch me!

P.S. -These kinds of declarations tend to wield some lessons in the future. I hope to discover them.

Life is a matter of choices, and every choice you make makes you. -John C Maxwell

Emotional Awareness

The human body is a powerful system that can alter its delicate balance of chemistry to match the demands of the brain and therefore mind.

If we argue that who we are resides in the soul then our bodies are simply a vehicle.

If we continue on this concept then think about how specularly complex the body is.

If you feel depressed it is because the body releases a chemical to facilitate that response.

Same goes for excitement and so on.

What a fantastic system indeed.

This means that if you can control the chemistry of the body you may be able to alter and also understand how to have some control on your feelings.

Emotional Awareness.

With an understanding you can control it too. Take Tony Robins who is one of the most famous motivational speakers on the planet teaches that if you can control your STATE you can control your emotions. He explains state as a chosen way of being. He teaches how to prime and alter that state to achieve what feeling you want to have instead of outside circumstance dictating your emotional response.

Depression is a state I know all too well. And it is quite an amazing state. Growing up my mother struggled with this state often.

My mother was living in Long Beach at this time and on the visitation cycle of every other weekend I experienced this state half the time. When she was in this state it seemed as if all desire, energy and choice was stripped away leaving her with only the ability to lay in bed. Though this never stop my mother.

From her and my father I learned how to beat depression is action. She would use her son as motivation to get out of the apartment. She knew that her son needed to get outside and despite the debilitation she would get up and those walks to the store, trips to a swap meet or occasional trips to a nickel arcade. These trips housed environments where she taught me quite a lot. So when I feel the throws of depression I activate my sense of duty inherited from both of my powerful parents.

Yes Yes I hear you reader…. How do I activate a sense of duty? Thats a good question.

Steve-O from the Jackass Movies and his own stuntman antics has a system he uses to commit to a stunt. It is as simple as one, two, three. He counts off and without hesitation commits to the stunt. I activate my sense of duty a similar way.

Take for example doing laundry. It’s something that must be done so that I have cloths to wear so it’s unavoidable. So without any thought at all I get up and start grabbing my basket sorting my quarters separating and walking to the laundry room. My motivator is that I have to have clean cloths and they need to be clean for my job and I have to be to work on time and the time I have on a day off is perfect. Using logic I see that there is no choice which forces action. Just like in the first four minutes of a run I find my stride and discover nothing was stopping me other than some bs negative thinking. That is how I alter my state through duty.

Excitement and Anxiety are the opposing state of depression. The reason these two states occupy the same paragraph is because they are accessed in the same chemical pathway. Surprising… I know. Yet! The science is solid and it is quite the realization. This means anxiety can be turned into excitement with control of one’s state. The way I learned this one is the FAKE IT TIL YOU MAKE IT method. This method is one of my favorites because it is how my mother taught me confidence. From a woman who claims to have absolutely none she taught me how to harness a limitless potential mindset. And she did it by faking it as an example. Just like Tony Robins choosing a state by priming the desired state my mother faked it til it became made. Enough Said.

Now the reality is I am writing this because I find myself in a fragile emotional time of my life. I don’t often find myself in a constant state of gray, but I have been for a few weeks. The reasons are unimportant just because thats for another post. This post is more a letter to myself and posting it allows me to own it more forcefully.

I am reminding myself that I can climb out of whatever funk I am in. That I am the driver of my potential and future. I hold the wheel. I am capable of so much more.

I allow you to read this so that others may understand that we all find ourselves in weak moments, but what doesn’t kill you will strengthen you if you choose it so.