*stares blankly at the monitor* Oh! Sorry guys... I was just viewing one of my blogs that I haven't even updated for the longest time (I think the last update was February 4, 2009). I was checking how much my writing style has changed over the years (considering it has been a while since I last blogged). I think I was bad a writer then, but if you're interested, here's the link http://ronin-fencer.livejournal.com/. By the way... This may not probably my best work, so take it easy, alright? ^^,
Though I've got to admit that somehow my psyche then and now has changed a bit through the years. If I'm to recall who I was then, I was half an asshole, and a complete sucker for getting into a relationship in the soonest possible time. Am I now to blame my raging hormones back then? Probably not. I guess everyone has to get an upgrade when the moment calls for it.
I don't know if you'll agree with me when I say this, but of all the profs who tried to instill the "values" and insights that they have acquired (I think hammered is a better term for this), Life is still the best, and probably the worst kung-fu master one is bound to encounter. I was about to say something like "teacher" or "coach", but then a kung-fu master would best describe how this goes.
Have you ever watched a really old Jackie Chan movie? My favorite was Drunken Master where Jackie Chan took the role of a troublesome youth who often gets in trouble, even if he didn't do it on purpose. He didn't want to train, even if at times he was beaten up. He was then "caught" by a beggar and taught him kung fu, drunken style (note: I used the word "caught", because he never really wanted to be trained by anyone). But moving on...
He was forced to be trained real hard, every movement was strictly supervised and, of course... there were lots drinking involved (you can't really use the technique if you're sober obviously). And being the character Jackie Chan portrayed in the film, he tried several times to run away from the whole routine (even to the point of drowning his master inside a huge jar full of water during one of their sessions).
To fast forward things a bit, all his training bore fruit and was able to beat the baddies in the film, using the very technique modern-day alcoholics may want to use if they're going home unusually late at night to protect themselves (but if you're at gun-point, just give them want they want, alright?).
Why did I even mention that life is something like that of a kung-fu master? Well at one point we've got to admit that everyday's a struggle to anything we badly desire. Life will not teach you how to be strong on one side-- Life will teach you how to handle our hardships on different angles, different timing, and on various gravities. And that beggar of a kung fu master taught Jackie how to handle himself in obviously tough situations through the inhumanly hard tasks he's constantly giving him.
I'm actually telling this story because the past two weeks, I've been feeling somewhat lost in reassessing myself-- where have I gone so far? How much ground do I still need to cover? Where's the nearest men's room... and the like. Then I remembered those times when I really didn't care what time should I go to sleep, or what and when would I be doing something. I really miss being in control of my own time. And I then realized that these were the times I was passively running away from things we should be prioritizing on.
When I started working and earning my keep, I then realize how fun being a grown up would be. But honestly, as the months and years pass this "fun" became so tiring that I just want to get away from all this nonsense. I guess I was again blinded by the energy of today's youth in pursuing their dreams while in school. (wait... There's energy in today's youth in CSB?) I have to admit...I really miss being a full-time student again.
As much as I'd love to go back to the time when once was, I realized that I'm a lot more capable than the guy who was complaining to just about anything he sees, breathes, tastes, hears, and touches but couldn't do anything about it. I'm a lot better than that. I've gained a whole lot of useful (and of course trivial) insights with the hardships I've encountered through the years. I'm barely that kid anymore...
To everyone's viewpoint, I guess it's safe to say that life is indeed a vicious master when it comes to training us to be stronger. And it doesn't matter how popular, or rich, or intelligent, or smart a person is. When our challenges gives us rain, it'll pour hard, enough to get us soaking wet. And our experiences, regardless of its gravity will tell us that when we're on down low, taking all the hardships and pains would eventually strengthen us in the future once we get through it. All that needs to be done is to keep on taking the punches, until it could no longer affects us. Besides, everything that we are experiencing is temporary in our own existences...
Funny. I think I've accidentally answered Ippo Makunochi's question ^_^'
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