By nature I am a non-conformist. I am a true liberal in the sense of questioning reasons and thoughts behind even the simplest action. I am a firm believer in resiliency as a key ingredient of what makes up the human nature. I know that happiness is not found in material goods, money, or status. Due to wonderful parents I was left with the choice of how I wanted to care for my body. I refuse to be obese, and am torn apart inside when I see an obese child whose parent has robbed them of their freedom to choose.
My scars are the results of my searchings, and my desire to seek adventure. Ever since I can remember I have been riding bikes and searching mountains and myself while skiing down their slopes. Recently I also became a rock climber. While others are searching for what house, car, jacket, or substance will be the key ingredient for their happiness, I know that I am only content at the end of the day if I have challenged myself. Ropes, wheels, and skis are my repertoire, while roads, trails, snow, rocks, cliffs, and the outdoors are my medium. There is tremendous value in doing one thing each day that scares you. Challenges that combine the efforts of both your mind and your body are the most rewarding. Endorphins are released into your system stimulating the feeling of euphoria, your body conforms and adapts to become stronger, and more efficient, and your body is transformed from a limiter, to an provider of freedom and endless possibilities. Symbiotically unified your body and mind become your greatest asset. Your boundaries are diminished, what you thought was impossible one day becomes possible the next. The stark realization that you can not and will not ever fully understand or reach the limits of what you are capable of tickles your insides and fuels the desire for adventure. Like a tremendous jigsaw each day a new piece comes together and you find that this beautiful puzzle has a grasp on you more powerful than any addiction or craft of man.
I know that my scars are beautiful. Some disagree, but to me they affirm that I am still working hard to unlock the remaining pieces of this puzzle. Like a ball of clay I have been molded and shaped by my actions and my scars are the proof of my efforts, affirmation of my risks, and incentive to work unrelentingly towards the goal of finding my breaking points. My scars tell me that I am on the right track and fuel the fire inside. I know that I will likely never find out what I am truly capable of. Part of me believes that only dire circumstances or disasters could truly provide the right motivation both of which I do not wish on any person. Still I will keep searching, new scars will be formed, my body will continue to be broken down and rebuilt, each time stronger.
My final thought is this: You do not know what you are capable of and I fear that you severely under-estimate yourself. You only live once so get out there make your mark on this world, and the world will make its marks on you. Cherish those marks and know that one day when you are near expiration, you will not have to look back on your life, but simply in the mirror to see the proof of a life well spent.
Intimidation is not the goal or aim of this piece and do know that at the age of 21 when considering myself to be in incredible physical fitness I was beaten by over ten minutes in a triathlon by an 89 year old woman. This only furthers my point that we do not know what we truly are capable of.
