Originally posted by Bestia
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I "blame" (or thank) that upbringing for a lot of who I am today. I read my ass off as a kid growing up, and always tried as hard as I could at everything I did (to a maniacal degree). I excelled in school, always (except a few years of high school, more because my attitude was delinquent than for any other reason) -- but I finished my associates degrees with a 4.0 and university with a 3.96. And so on.
I could tell that nobody was going to save me, or take care of me, from very young. So I kinda' became "the parent", very young. By the time I was 13, friends were starting to dabble with weed and booze, and I always refused -- I was "hardcore straight-edge" until I was in my 30s (so I didn't wreck my brain).
Got to university, studied philosophy -- because I could see the larger applications in life, and I was never really taught legitimate values in my family. So I had to discover my own values by studying the great thinkers in history.
Then the body thing, after college -- I knew how smart and hard working I was, and I had tried getting in shape a few times when younger, but never got anywhere with it (because I didn't know what I was doing, didn't understand nutrition). So after college, I studied for a year straight, reading Muscular Development from cover to cover every month, plus every other source I could get my hands on.
A year later, I started my journey (September 17th, 2003).
A few years later, I got to stand on stage with you, my friend -- and show off all that hard work.
I believe we are who we chose to be, for the most part -- we all have tendencies (genetic, behavioral) -- we all have limitations (mental, physical, genetics) --- and we all have the influences that impinge upon us (societal, political, social media). But that's true for every human on the planet. Within that context, we have the choice to "fall into line" and be a slave to our genetics/influences/situation, or we have the choice to bust our ass, put in the work, and become something more-advanced than the hand we were dealt by circumstance.
As you know, I had spinal cord surgery last week, I was in the hospital for 3 days. My first day home, I rested. My second day home, I worked a 10 hour day on the computer, catching up with client work. A full week after the surgery, I'm getting around like I never had surgery.
You can choose to be a bad motherfucker, or you can choose to be a pus -- and you then reinforce that over time. At the age of 43, I can honestly say that there isn't much on this planet that scares me now -- because I know who the hell I am, and I know what I am capable of.
Sorry for the self promotion; I just find this to be an interesting topic, especially in the modern era of whining about circumstance.
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