Fight, Train, Live; Gung Fu

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds.
Not just one world.
Hundreds of them.
Thousands maybe.

The clock struck 10am in a room that I had sat in quietly for sometime. The door opened on today’s brisk morning and my training partner walked in.

I’m not blessed, or merciful.
I’m just me.
I’ve got a job to do, and I do it. (Death)

We both exchanged niceties and by the time the music bellowed, we were both firing light strikes with 2oz leather gloves. The aim was to work punches and kicks at long range as well as dirty boxing from clinch.

The paths fork and divide. With each step you take through Destiny’s garden, you make a choice; and every choice determines future paths. However, at the end of a lifetime of walking you might look back, and see only one path stretching out behind you; or look ahead, and see only darkness.

A violent dance of two people involved in deliberate practice, aiming not only to improve their own skill, but also to help elevate the skill of the other. No discussions or dialogue necessary. Instead, unwritten words and unspoken understanding. We fought. We grew.
Gung Fu.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists;
and may each and every one of us
always give the devil his due. (Hob Gadling)

*quoting Neil Gaiman’s ‘Sandman’ series of comics.


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