Apr 06, 2006 16:44
Again, at the buzzer, in sudden death overtime, I win.
My Kung Fu is strong. It outlasts disappointment and outfights adversity. It gives me strength to fight (when I’d rather just quit), so that I can circumvent or destroy that which stands between happiness and myself, as well as the wisdom not to, when such is a fool’s errand. It also gives me awareness of the responsibility that comes with my “powers” and respect for the consequences of misusing them (even when some useless git really deserves it). I can bend without breaking and I can break that which will not bend, in a contest of fists or of wits. Best of all, it keeps me humble, yet still fully aware of my worth. My Kung Fu is perseverance.
That’s just my Fu. I haven’t even started talkin’ about my faith, yet. But, that’s a tale for another day. Now it's time to go play more Siu Lim Tau...
"I'm a soldier, born to stand.
In this waking hell I am
witnessing more than I can compute.
Pray myself we don't forget
lies, betrayed and the oppressed.
Please give me the strength to be the truth..." --- Yoko Kanno "Rise"