Standards

It's interesting how your standards change over time as you condition to a particular lifestyle. As I've grown into the idea of being strong (and refined that philosophy, something I will present shortly and then continue to poke at as I integrate parkour, violence and medicine more effectively in my lifestyle) over the past few years, changes have occured in my psyche to reflect this attitude.

There are no longer good days, ordinary days, and bad days; there are normal days, and bad days. Pretty much all days are good. Lack of intensity is a rarity - and comes hand in hand with periods of self-loathing, making it even more undesirable. The clock now times how long till the gym closes, not till I can leave.

The work is interesting, enjoyable and important, and gets done as a matter of course. Work, I think, is like eating and drinking; it must be done - and enjoyable if done in the right mindset.

By enjoying everything I do, it seems my life is ultimatly calm, effortless, and stress-free. Its been a long time since I've ever had to do something to 'relax.' Everything has a purpose beyond being fun. My only upset is that when I sleep; I am not utterly exhausted.

But I guess you can't have everything.