Autumn Battle Song

For the last 5 years, I’ve went to the gym daily/semi-daily, after working 10-15 hours a day, and to eat almost nothing but meat/fruit/yogurt/eggs. For this is my battle song: I do not go for the sake of impressing others. Find me beautiful? A woman would still look for a man not good looking, has no heart, and going nowhere in life. One would be a fool to go through all that grief just to make somebody else happy. Though to be fair, the world always needs people to make illogical decisions… Somebody needs to produce our shareholder dividends and rent cheques to fund retirement.

I lift and eat to feel better.

To clear my mind.

To go into the rest of the day refreshed.

To meet people.

To visualize the future.

To turn anger into strength.

To not be what you like to see, or what is meant to please – but to definitely become something you’ll remember. (In this world, you can never make everybody happy anyway.)

To shape character.

To become something better everyday.

As others are sitting at home with a bag of chips in front of the TV, and making a career out of chasing young dumb girls or the attention of lonely guys… I am rising higher each day. One day when we are done, they’ll be paying off my Ferrari.

“How big/strong do you want to get?” “How much weight do you want to lose?” “How good do you want to look?” “How much do you want to make?” Regardless of whether I am 160, 220lb, can squat 250, 350lb, have 0 a day steal a gaze at me, 3 a day, 10/day, 25… , or make $40K/yr, $100K/yr, $250K/yr… my intent will always be the same.

Until the day I die, I shall always fight to rise each day:

they say speed kills, but if I die, id have a smile on my face.”