On biting more than you can chew
(and enjoying the meal)
“We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. —T.S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets (Gardners Books; Main edition, April 30, 2001) Originally published 1943
I have always bitten more than I could chew.
On all levels.
All of them and more.
Some of it went well, some of it nearly killed me, some of it got me possessed, half dead, messed up,
on the verge of madness and beyond.
But, it just how I do things.
I would not recommend it to anyone, who is not willing and able to risk it all at all times without blinking.
To face infinity without flinching, as Max Igan said.
But it is great adventure you can ever take,.
And if you are an Aries, it is the only way to live.
You get a bit wisdom, and sometimes you pass on complete fuckups in motion headed your way.
But that is conscious choice, not a fear-based response.
I still get my ass kicked by everyone at my dojo, even the new ones.
I still loose money, and start again and have barely enough for coffee, at times.
I still wrestle with angels and dance with devils Soto-speak.
And I have no intention of changing it.
Is who I am
it is what I choose.
God have mercy next week on full on 7 day MMA camp.
o idea how I will do it,
And yet I can't wait to get there hahha
With adventurous greetings from
Samo the Samurai Berserker madman