One thing that I miss

[sunajus]

I miss striving. I miss the high road, the one less travelled. I miss my blood, shed willingly and with a smile, because it symbolized a choosen difficulty. Everytime a shinai broke my knuckles I could be found inside myself, fighting the pain and completely relishing the sensation. Not the pain, I am no masochist. No, the sensation of moving past

Comments

[caffeinedelusio]

I am a firm beleiver in the notion that it is never too late to redefine oneself. It is never too late to begin a fight, not as long as an individual's heart still beats and there is still breath that he can call his own. Defiance is not a thing of the moment. It can be born years before, or years after one's resolve has been tested.

If you wish to fight, to reassert your right to define yourself in spite of your preformance in past trials, then be aware that you can count at least me among those ready to shed blood and bare brand for that cause. I find it a worth one.

[sixfootdwarf]

It seems to be a good time to reinvent yourself. Even if you're just reinventing yourself to what you used to be.