There comes a time in every man's life when he has to make a decision. Do you go to the left or go to the right? Do you take the sure thing or put your balls out there where they can get hammered like a piñata?
I think you see where I'm heading with this.
I want to swing my pair in the wind and take risks. I don't believe anyone was born to be a bureaucrat, an auditor, an attorney, or a banker. I've changed majors enough times to know that.
So the question is: what, if anything, am I going to do? It's not enough to BE, we must DO something.
As I think about it with the sudden clarity that only comes about after a hard workout -- that's what I want to do.
I want to workout and be paid for it in some way. How the hell that works, I don't know. Maybe I need to change majors.
There is a lifestyle within a gym that cannot be duplicated anywhere else. People go there to get better and usually feel better when they leave. Something like a buzz comes over them. That buzz makes them come back, just like a pub, to capture that again. It's a self-fulfilling act: women look fitter and more lovely and guys feel stronger and think they are taller.
So that appeals to me. I dig sports massage. I dig music and working out. Why shouldn't I be paid for what I dig? Great idea. But will being paid for it make me like it less? Will it too become a bore? That would be a dumb idea to turn your luv into something that stanx.
Let's see.
Thanx!
"Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it." Friedrich Nietzsche
