The Revolution Revelation...
As Christopher Nolan once said, "Things are gonna get worse before they get better."
As Fifty Cent said, "Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain."
And here's what I've stumbled about.....
The "circle of life" so-to-speak.
No, no, I'm not telling you to go get baptised with a cocanut by a witchdoctor monkey. Not in the least. However, it does have to do with Baptism in a sense.
Baptism has ties to a re-birth and a new take on life.
Well, I've realized that whenever you start a new chapter of your life, it's shytty. No matter what happens, what you're trying out, it's shitty. It never goes the way you plan, no one cares about you, you feel alone and isolated. You're going nowhere fast.
But you have to persue, to fight back, endure. Then you can have everything you ever dreamed of. Proof of this? Gee, let's see.
1) Karate = When I first started out I was the worst martial artist known to man. The first question I ever asked at the end of Karate class was "when are we gonna learn to do flips?" because I wanted to be able to catch up to Catwoman if she "flipped away." And yes, I did take karate when I was a little kid because of, how my mom said I used to say it, "I wanna be the Big Batman when I grow up." But I digress. I was the worst martial artist ever (there's video proof). I had a horrible instructor(s) who really didn't care and where money hungry and all that jazz. Then they gave up on the karate school and it almost came to an end. People started leaving and they were ready to close the school. But thanks to my Mother and a letter to Master Cheezic and to Master (then Mr. at the time) Melo, the school endured and I went on to becoming a semi-decent martial artist, a teacher that the kids looked up to and better approach to life.
2) High school = When it first started out I was a loser. Like top choice prime meat for bully's and assholes. Nothing to girls and a lonely little kid. I had pretty much no friends. There really wasn't all that much to go on with. I was picked on for being.....well, me. I was picked on for what was wrong with my cousin who I had the displeasure of sharing my last name with, and I was picked on for my sister having disabilities. I had to put up with a lot of shyt. And then 1/2 way thru it started shaping up. I made some of the best friends I ever had in my entire life that I still am damn good friends with, (aww hell =>) BROTHERS with today. And it's not just that. I got a girlfriend. The impossible came true. After liking girls and thinking that none of them ever liked me back, one actually did. So I had best friends, a girlfriend, I found a class I fell in love with (Video Production) and by the time senior year rolled around, I wasn't popular, but I had friends that meant something. And above all, I didn't give a shyt about what anyone thought of me anymore. I was comfortable with myself. I could deal with the assholes who gave me shyt because of who I was and who was in my family. Hell, if you said anything about my sister by the end of High School year you'd like to have gotten suspended by ending up in a fight with me. You weren't gonna walk on this dork no more.
Now......
Senior year of college I realize, the same shyt happened again.
I'm more comfortable with myself more than ever right now. I still have the bestest friends I could ever want/need and a few more. People like the work I do.
Which leads me to realize that when I get out of here.......I'm baptised again. I'm starting a new chapter in my life. Which means shyt is gonna get rough. But somehow I know that it's all gonna be OK. I have hope that if I persue and endure that it will come around in the circle again for my time to be happy. Of course, if I never go through the bad/tough times I won't realize/appreciate the good times when they show up.
Lastly, my love life is a prime example of this. Now that i'm in the "dating world" again, it's pretty rough. Those of you in the know, know what I'm talking about and the stuff I'm dealing with. I don't expect it to get better overnight, but I know it will eventually.
All in all, what I can take from this new revelation is that there is hope. But you can't achieve happiness without going through Hell first.
Grab my battle gear, I'm going into battle.
That's it for now (Possible update tonight if things go down the way I hope).
Later all,
Andy
As Fifty Cent said, "Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain."
And here's what I've stumbled about.....
The "circle of life" so-to-speak.
No, no, I'm not telling you to go get baptised with a cocanut by a witchdoctor monkey. Not in the least. However, it does have to do with Baptism in a sense.
Baptism has ties to a re-birth and a new take on life.
Well, I've realized that whenever you start a new chapter of your life, it's shytty. No matter what happens, what you're trying out, it's shitty. It never goes the way you plan, no one cares about you, you feel alone and isolated. You're going nowhere fast.
But you have to persue, to fight back, endure. Then you can have everything you ever dreamed of. Proof of this? Gee, let's see.
1) Karate = When I first started out I was the worst martial artist known to man. The first question I ever asked at the end of Karate class was "when are we gonna learn to do flips?" because I wanted to be able to catch up to Catwoman if she "flipped away." And yes, I did take karate when I was a little kid because of, how my mom said I used to say it, "I wanna be the Big Batman when I grow up." But I digress. I was the worst martial artist ever (there's video proof). I had a horrible instructor(s) who really didn't care and where money hungry and all that jazz. Then they gave up on the karate school and it almost came to an end. People started leaving and they were ready to close the school. But thanks to my Mother and a letter to Master Cheezic and to Master (then Mr. at the time) Melo, the school endured and I went on to becoming a semi-decent martial artist, a teacher that the kids looked up to and better approach to life.
2) High school = When it first started out I was a loser. Like top choice prime meat for bully's and assholes. Nothing to girls and a lonely little kid. I had pretty much no friends. There really wasn't all that much to go on with. I was picked on for being.....well, me. I was picked on for what was wrong with my cousin who I had the displeasure of sharing my last name with, and I was picked on for my sister having disabilities. I had to put up with a lot of shyt. And then 1/2 way thru it started shaping up. I made some of the best friends I ever had in my entire life that I still am damn good friends with, (aww hell =>) BROTHERS with today. And it's not just that. I got a girlfriend. The impossible came true. After liking girls and thinking that none of them ever liked me back, one actually did. So I had best friends, a girlfriend, I found a class I fell in love with (Video Production) and by the time senior year rolled around, I wasn't popular, but I had friends that meant something. And above all, I didn't give a shyt about what anyone thought of me anymore. I was comfortable with myself. I could deal with the assholes who gave me shyt because of who I was and who was in my family. Hell, if you said anything about my sister by the end of High School year you'd like to have gotten suspended by ending up in a fight with me. You weren't gonna walk on this dork no more.
Now......
Senior year of college I realize, the same shyt happened again.
I'm more comfortable with myself more than ever right now. I still have the bestest friends I could ever want/need and a few more. People like the work I do.
Which leads me to realize that when I get out of here.......I'm baptised again. I'm starting a new chapter in my life. Which means shyt is gonna get rough. But somehow I know that it's all gonna be OK. I have hope that if I persue and endure that it will come around in the circle again for my time to be happy. Of course, if I never go through the bad/tough times I won't realize/appreciate the good times when they show up.
Lastly, my love life is a prime example of this. Now that i'm in the "dating world" again, it's pretty rough. Those of you in the know, know what I'm talking about and the stuff I'm dealing with. I don't expect it to get better overnight, but I know it will eventually.
All in all, what I can take from this new revelation is that there is hope. But you can't achieve happiness without going through Hell first.
Grab my battle gear, I'm going into battle.
That's it for now (Possible update tonight if things go down the way I hope).
Later all,
Andy