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Bodybuilding. Its a whole new religion by itself. Its all about your believes and faith alike. No one can shove something in your face and tell you its important. Its important only if you want it to be important. Priorities, to whats important and the things that you live for are what you made them out to be.


When we were young by what we were spoonfed by the media we idolise and worship. They told us what was important and whats not. They make fame seem like everything. How long will it take for you to realise that everything is nothing and nothing is everything? Like baseball cards - When we were young we make them out to be our idols - They were about everything. When we grow older they are just pictures of men.


As we move on this journey called life. Some of us mature - Realising whats important to us and hold them dear - Swearing and living by them.


Like i said to fail is to invite doubt into everything we had believed and lived for. How strong are your faith in something that makes it so real? Can you see it? Taste it? Breathe it? Can you swear by its greatness? If you are proven otherwise can you carry on living knowing that what you have been living for was false all along?


Start questioning yourself. Stop deluding and falling into mindless denials. Times a wasting. Your time is up. Is what you put faith in what you really believe in or is it what you want to believe?

The stage lights show them all. From the underlying efforts of hardwork to the sacrifices. There's no hiding from them. The stage lights shows nothing but truth.

There's an irony to the situation i am currently in. When i eat something that taste great, i feel like shit. When i eat something that taste like shit i feel great. This reminds me and put me back to track whenever i stray that this life that i have chosen is hard to swallow(accept) and blantant. But the outcomes - pain and suffering alike leads to something even greater.

When i first started lifting i hated to be stereotyped as a bodybuilder. Dont get me wrong- i love the status. But living up to is of a different matter altogether. I didnt felt like i deserved it. There was something about the pressure that is put upon that i detest against. Well you see.. We are role models of some kind. When the word bodybuilders are being mentioned, we picture crazy ass dieting, heavy weights and montrous proportions. After all the definition of bodybuilding is the practice of developing the muscles of the body through weightlifting and diet. Living up to it? Damn.. it gives you the greys in your early twenties.. Just for the record, You wouldnt see our ass near any arcade or greased burger shop.

This status is earned not given. Just like respect. Want to be defined as a bodybuilder? You eat sleep train and breathe like one. Its all about the details. Yeah that means balls-to-the-wall training, eating unpalatable food and unnaturally detailed routines which you follow religiously. You eat on time, you sleep on time, you train on time.

When others would call it a day and start setting their alarm clocks here i will be - setting my pride. When others hit the snooze - ill be hitting my pride. You see.. In this game its either you go all out for it or not at all.. Stay ahead of your game or get trampled upon.

The only thing thats keeping the weight on my shoulders is the importance of the task at hand. To fail is to invite doubt into everything i had believed in and lived for.


Im 17 years old.. 185 pounds.. 6 feet tall.. Not of much different from any other sapians. Maybe just a little bigger than your ordinary kid. But there's something about my saneness that sets me apart. At times it drives me close to insanity.. At times it was my weapon of mass destruction to invite clarity..


The days of taste and colours seems so near yet so far - Days when i could spend time with my girl, late night parties, walking into a grease truck and eating a fuckin burger without guilt. But fuck im a different person altogether now. Days of fun and temporary satisfaction? Fuck that.. The only fun to me now is to achieve.. Shit - I dont even have enough time nor space for myself let alone other unnecessary commitments. Maturing to become ignorant, passionless and unaffected by things that dont matter. I dont see them. Let alone understand them. To what others see as a problem i walk right through them oblivious to its presence.


Just the other day i was supposed to meet my mates for a reunion. Was rather reluctant to fork out a 4.5 pounds worth of beef money out. I had to have my ass covered up for the next couple of hours so i had my cooler out.. Woke up early to get things done.. Pushing my day forward so that i could meet them. Fuck yeah.. Part of me was human and i missed them.. So i ended up walking the shore for an 8km at least. As usual i was there early. Their presence was absent.. Fuck i thought we were in the same time zone here.. So i walked back home exhausted, hungry and dissappointed.. By the time i reached home i was soo damn hungry. I i almost popped my hamster into the microwave.. It swore it looked like a walking glazed drumstick.. Anyway.. i dropped the idea and had a basket of eggs, a can of tuna, 3 chicken breasts, some beef, a patato, a jug of milk and oatmeal with some raisins and went to sleep exhausted, satisfied and defeated.

The gym rules are simple.


1. No Eating/drinking.
2. No Spitting.
3. No Quitting.


In a place where there's no love. Only respect. Where there's no time for doubts and fears - Let alone talk.. There's too much work to be done.. No ignorant people and their questions. No weird looks - Lookism we call it. You know what i love about this place? There could be a tsunami.. The dow jones could fall.. You could have a bad day.. But in here a 45 pound plate means a 45 pound plate.. And nothing could ever change that. Like a monk finding solitude in a temple. This feels like home.. Everything's in place. Choices are plentiful. The sound of clanking weights, Breathless breathers.. Like pieces in a puzzle.. It fits just right. This is where i belong. With sweat on my back mixed with fear, confidence, hunger, pain and desire.. There's no better place in the world.. There's nowhere else that i'd rather be..


When you lie under a stack of plates you ain't any different from the kid beside you busting his ass out. You're in a position where age nor looks is a factor. Shit you could be 1.21m tall.. The weights do not care who you are.. A student.. a property agent.. a popstar.. Shit -You could be Elvis Presley for all the weights cared - They dont give a shit who you are. They'll try to bury you just the same.


You hear cats say, Be easy or Hang loose or Chill. Well guess what? Chill don't pay the fuckin bills. Im here to get mine and to carve out the life of my dreams on my terms. Tired? You can rest when youre dead.. Fuck fun, I want to win. I would eat sand if I thought it would make my placing better. This is the life I have chosen. Can you carry the weight?


I ask you this.. Are you chasing down your dreams? Or are you sitting on your ass and watching time go by? What you waiting for? Get up. Get movin. If you're lying down, sit. If you're sitting down, stand up.. Hold your ground.. Stay alert. Live life under a knife like a code red in an emergency room - For every second that passes you by is a second you will never get back. Go after your goals and dreams.


For he who doesnt first try will never succeed.


Gotta go, time to grow

Reasons


So why did i start doing what i do? To the fact is.. Even till now - Im still searching for an answer.. But to what i do actually know- With everyday that passes.. I start to become more me.. The character traits which holds me within starts to protude.. I get to feel myself.. See myself.. At times i ask myself - Can i really do this? Do i really want this or not.. Am i who i made myself out to be? Im dedicated to find out when the dust starts to settle.. Will i still be the one standing? For I always believed that who you are.. Is actually whats within you.. Sometimes.. Who you think you are isnt exactly who you are - After all - One cannot see their own back.


Here i will be.. For who knows how long.. I will test my mettle.. Push hard against these restraints.. To feel pain.. Hardship.. I do not wish to pollute and deviate the meaning of hardcore.. Whatever you want.. Bust your ass out for it.. Even if it meant shedding blood, sweat and tears.. Yea im talking about big.. Whatever worth it takes time..


To what most of us are oblivious about - Cheating comes with a price.. At times being too hefty to pay.. Yeah..There are two paths you can go.. But in the long run.. When you do achieve something through cheating.. Is it a true achievement? Will you be proud of yourself then? You'll never learn the true meaning behind Hardwork.. Glory and Pride.. Besides.. There's only so much something temporary could hold before it starts crumbling down.


There are no shortcuts to success.. Hard work pays.. Simplicity

A winners win is always unquestionable..


So we're all here to prove something right? To make a mark at some point.. We all want to be the best.. But truth be told - How many of the best can there actually be? There's no word as the bestest for all I lived for.. If you really were the one.. Would there be a need to show it openly for others to know? Is being a winner solely all about how others view and judge you?


Its about who you really are within you.. Its not about walking around like big joe weider or acting like a total moron.. Neither would you need a medal nor recognition to prove it.. Prove it solely to yourself and its impact would be carried along beyond the capabilities of a visual seed.. Remember.. The only person you would have to prove to in this life is yourself and yourself only.. We all get to throw our rock into the pond. Do you want to make a hollow splatter to scare some birds or a huge fucking tsunami?


When your time has come - Its impact would undeniably felt..

A crow will never understand the ambitions of an eagle.


Take a moment to scrutinize the sacrifice and drive we make to eat every two hours, giving a personal best in the gym and sleeping on time.. Everytime - Truth be told.. We have the mother fucking balls to grasp fate by its motherfucking horns and make it walk the road that we want it to.. Facing adversity with negligible grievance.. We dont whine.. We dont rest in the gym.. Neither do we care how the society views us..
We are one man and one man only.. Alone we stand .. Alone we shalt prevail.. Leave the ignorant society and their narrow shallow opinions to stare in disbelief as we walk on by.. Life's too short to try to understand.. We have more important things to attend to..