The Reason I AM.

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Passion.

Will.

Drive.

I’m going to venture to explain what drives me to be who I am and where I’m going.  This might get interesting.

There are obviously foundational undertones that need to be explained before I can begin.

Who am I and who I wish to be are two different things.  Obviously, without such disparate logic there would be no need to excel—no reason to be better.  Without forward vision there is no progress.  It would be outright miserable to be comfortable with who I am now and not have goals.  Those who say you should be comfortable with yourself are either lying to you or have no idea what they are talking about.  It’s human nature to be better.  If it wasn’t, we’d still be in the damn Stone Age.

While I’m here, let me explain something fairly interesting about society and how it affects us.  Some will say that society molds who we are and how the institutions within our own environment direct our inevitable path through life.  The more we understand this half-truth, the less it is true.  The efficacy of society’s ability to form your path is only as good as you are bad at recognizing incongruent commonalities and norms.  With that being said, some social trends are not bad.

Having the mindful ability to selfishly recognize positive societal influences and using them for your own path is indispensable.

You are the determinant, not the variable.

I believe everyone has innate responsibilities that they either choose to forget or choose to define their lives.  The latter allows everything else to be an extremity. I, until only recently, never really understood such a thing.  To be completely honest with you, I allowed social norms and trends to mold my pathway through life.

My wife, daughter, and family are the cornerstone of my journey.  I’ve learned that respecting your family and being a better person for them defines more of who you are than anything else in the world.  All other things will fall to that respect.  A million words would only limit the extent any explanation of how much love my wife deserves could relay.

I want to give my daughter a chance to be anything she wants.  I want to give her the will to be herself. I want to be a father that she will be proud to have. I want her to feel loved beyond any love possible and to base the love, respect, and foundation that I give her against all other men she meets—which will truly define someone that is good enough for her hand. 

I also want her to deadlift more than her bodyweight by the time she’s 7.  Sorry, I have goals here.

So, this foundation has formed every avenue I’ve taken and will take from here.  Sure, I have personal goals.  Those goals fit the foundation.  They have to, to some extent, fit your own will in life to be meaningful.

The things I do—towards education, fitness, work, EVERYTHING is held down by my foundation.  It has given me the best goal anyone could ever have—to give yourself fully to someone else both in love, will, drive, and effort.

This does not negate where I’m going on a personal level.  It’s just that everything I do correlates towards a collaborative effort of supporting them.  I wouldn’t start something new unless it fit that mold.  This is not limiting– it’s rather refreshing.

This is why I train.  This is why I try to learn everything.  This is why I try to be better than everyone.  It will all matter one day.  If you put it all together, eventually it will pay dividends.  Eventually I will be great.  If not to the world, to my family.  That’s all that truly matters.

I will be stronger.  I will be better. I will be the best I can for them.  This is my drive.  This is my passion.  Everything else is just a support mechanism.

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