I sit here drinking my Psyllium Husk and my mind comes to life as any old night bird does with the usual nocturnal attention and I’m coming out to say don’t we all own stupid thoughts? There are many moments where I’m not proud, more so, than I am when it comes to views particularly of the narrow-minded kind.
Looks are very deceiving and we aren’t supposed to judge the covers of books. But this doesn’t mean we do what’s practical on a regular basis either. I see it everyday working in the gym, people buying personal training sessions with the trainer who’s displaying the best body and with the trainer who exudes the most confidence and strength of mind. And everyone’s guilty of it, sadly including me. I know better but I’m not immune to being stupid or tragically impractical or human.
I put people with muscles on a high pedestal. I know one reason is because it’s a reflection upon me. So I work day in and day out for muscle gains and within the process many ask why I lift? There have been times where I’ve even changed doctors because they were too busy trying to convince me that cardio wouldn’t continue to injure or inflame my tendons like lifting does. When in reality I lift because it’s a state of mind. I lift because it empowers me. It builds me. It’s therapy. It’s love. It’s home sweet home. It’s bliss. It’s being in the present moment. Lifting involves many different aspects to and for me. But the main significance of lifting means it’s here to perpetually keep me strong mentally and emotionally.
Now when I see other people with hard-earned muscles or working towards blood, sweat, diet and tears to get those sculpted high-end muscles, I think to myself, “Man they must be really strong mentally and emotionally.” But many times to my vast disappointment many human beings aren’t either. Or maybe they’re strong mentally but not emotionally or vice versa. Yet the truth is everyone has their own personal reasons as to why they lift and are doing anything in their power to increase muscle.
It’s almost as if I want to believe these people are carved from the same mind as me just because lifting is our familiar source. I make the fatal mistake (and in the process deceive myself) that they’re able to separate feelings from practical thoughts, able to comprehend emotional intelligence and know how to apply it to everyday life and the list unfortunately can go on and on. See, I strongly want to believe we have this and more in common.
But I’m disillusioned because appearances are misleading, because I live in a superficial culture, because I’m part of that superficial culture, because I’m part narcissistic, because I’m tricking myself, because it’s a reflection upon me and I’m speaking and looking from my perspective because for a thousand and one reasons I have a small brain every so often like tonight.