Life. Just when you taught you've made the mark it shoots you down. Another mother fucking obstacle. Hesitate? Whats the point? It'll get you nowhere. Argue to prove a point? Im far from it. If you wana fight there's always kick boxing or karate you can take up. Im here for a purpose and one purpose only. So fuck everything else. Im here, i brought my gears and im gonna dig like a fucking animal until it gets me there.
I put my life like a plant. As long as the sun shines, the rain falls and the soils favourable, i grow. Times when the sun dont shine, the rain dont come, and the soil aint favourable, i wait. You see, life is a balance and so is bodybuilding. Rest, Meals and training. They work together. You dont sleep for the night and expect a successful training. You dont eat right and not train for the day. If you cant get your shit together then stop pissing in the wind. Find another place to hang out and get out of my fucking gym. Call what you do strength training because bodybuilding is already full of posers and wannabies that makes the word stinks so bad.
Realise that the lifestyles we lead are different. So much so that it requires a certain type of mentality to flourish, to grow. A certain type of individuality. A strong character. You like to be a team player? Are you a born leader? You pry on teamwork? Then fucking pic another sport because this shit aint for you. In here you get down to the floor to wipe your puke and you get back up on your fucking ass because no one is gonna do it for you. Stop cheating and deluding yourself from the actual gains. In a game where there are no teammates. You stand alone on the field. Which direction you go depends solely on you.
I am hungry for success more than anyone i know. I gained 30kg in a year and a half. I dedicated my life. I learned work ethics. The meaning of hard work. I speak from experience. I mature from encounters. I live for being in the gym. Always weighing out the balance to make it work. Walking the fine line.
I see the house is empty and the lights are still on. The lane is clear but untouched. Its my calling and i hear it. 292 days left on my bowl. Its time to floor this shit.
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