Cooler than a polar bear's toenails.
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Cooler than a polar bear's toenails.
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...happiness is but a state of peace. Of calm. Of knowing that you belong, that you're loved, you're accepted, more than anything, knowing you're where you want to be.
I sat down beside my friends and training partners and watched as my kickboxing coach sparred with a student. They stalked around the mat like tigers eying their prey, circling each other, baiting each other, watching for any sign of weakness to exploit. Tense but relaxed, the fighters fired devastating blows to each other with power I hadn't thought possible. Their strikes gave off long, resonating cracks like thunder as they hit their target, grimacing. But at the end, they shook hands and bowed, switching suddenly from trying to destroy one another to laughing and congratulating each other. They came to sit beside me and talk with me. These people were in full control of their emotions and knew exactly how to unleash, but more importantly, limit their power, and from being in their company, I was learning to be like them. The trees rushed by me and the wind kissed my face as I turned the throttle, traveling down the forest path. My bike hummed and purred, its engine turning and carrying me through the woods, alongside magnificent trees that towered above and over great fallen logs and through creeks. Controlling it came as naturally as speaking, switching gears but a reflex, managing the speed just as easy as breathing. There was nothing at the moment but the woods and us and what lay around. Without having to focus on the bike, I took a moment to appreciate the sheer vastness of the forest. I felt small compared to nature's looming greatness. But I felt like part of something bigger. Something special. And I am happy.
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