One day, I may finally get there.
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
One day, I may finally get there.
I love the savage words,
The biting, cutting lines and brutal phrases…
Someday I will finally have had enough.
When I feel an urge to talk about something I feel passionate about, something I’m excited about, something I feel good about — now I try to remember to stop, think, realize that the people around me are not interested and I must keep it to myself. I seal my mouth, suppress the urge, and feel the ache spread from my chest through my arm.
Once burned, thrice so fucking shy.
I’m so tired of being tired.
What’s your agenda?
I again tried visualizing myself as my opponent. The results were vicious.
I think I figured out another good thing I get from doing budō. Efforts to create and maintain group harmony is actually helping me learn how to socialize better, and helping me connect with people. I think I saw some fruits of those efforts today. It was a really good feeling. Rewarding. Maybe I helped someone. Not sure I can really say that for sure, but I hope I did. A small aside — I love how some of my classmates tend to speak in metaphors, even when they may not mean to. Having people around from different parts of the world with different first languages lends itself to that, and it’s another way for me to broaden my way of thinking. I love it.
I started visualizing myself as my opponent to see what would happen. The results were not exactly what I expected.