Deny! It’s the Way of Rocky Balboa

Never take “No” for an answer. Never let anyone tell you that you “can’t” do it. Never think at any point that something is “impossible”. Never feel within your heart that you’ve come to the end of your ramp. I mean, really. Take Rocky for example. If ever there were a person who should truly just give it up, is at the end of their ramp, it would be him, don’t you think? Inspirational, I say!

It’s only truth if you believe it to be. The ramp only ends if you have convinced yourself that there is no way to keep trudging forth into whatever new adventure life has in store for you. So far, I have learned that when you feel that there is no where else for you to go, nothing else for you to do, that’s when you simply must begin to get creative, that’s all. Maybe the next path isn’t clearly written out for you in black and white, such as the ease of breathing without thought. This time, you just might have to sit and think on it for a spell. Ahhh! Whadda concept, no? Think on it.....Analyze it. Move through it if not over it or under it. In life, until death, that ramp never ends. We just give up on following it when it’s not a clearly marked path, and that is sad.

There have been many times in my life when the path before me is not as clear as I’d like it to be. Sometimes, as it’s been known to happen, others around me have known of the path ahead long before I have stumbled up on it, but the point being, I kept looking. I kept searching for a way to continue, to learn and to grow. As a human, I feel, that if you quit expanding yourself, you quit learning and reshaping your mind, you might as well be dead. The world is too big of a place with way too much to do and see to sit idle and think “this is it, this is all there is”. Horse pucky. Not unless you’re six feet under, and even then there are those that would argue whether you’ve truly reached the of the ramp or not.

I have found in life that those who do forge forth, those who seek out the adventure and embrace it at every bend are the ones that create feelings of disdain and hatred in others. Is it because those who create these black feelings towards the adventurer are jealous of their spirit? Is it because they then feel “left behind”? I suppose I couldn’t really say for sure, as I am not one of those people, but I can say that sometimes it’s a little hard to wrap my mind around. I have seen this kind of thing stop someone in their tracks before too, keeping them from whatever lies ahead and holding them back in order to please the ones who become idle with anger and contempt. It took me a spell, but I did finally figure out that you can’t please everybody in life, and the more you try to do just that, the more miserable you will make yourself. Yes, that is a lesson I learned first hand. It only took me 32 years to figure that one out. And even now, shadows of that old demon still linger in the recesses of my soul from time to time.

I choose not to sit around on my duff and wait for life to find me. I choose to seek out my own happiness, my own adventures, rather than to sit around hoping that fate is going to deliver them to me wrapped in pretty packaging and a nice big bow. For me, there is no end to my ramp. My ramp stretches out before me like a beacon, calling, urging, pushing me forward, always forward. Sitting idle for too long gets me into trouble. My spirit gets restless, my soul aches to reach out and grab hold of life before it passes me by. I know there will come a day that I must slow down, as my physical body won’t allow for so many adventures and my mind may make it difficult for me to absorb and retain new knowledge. When that time comes, you will find me in a rocking chair on a huge porch somewhere telling my grandbabies the stories of my great adventure: my own life. I also choose not to allow those who attempt to wrap their evil darkened hatred around my wings and stifle me for their own gain to succeed. I shrug them from my life as raindrops from my rain coat. Small inconveniences in the grand scheme.

Every sunrise that I wake on the upside of the dirt, I am in good shape. It’s a new chance for new adventures and a new length of ramp to be explored, and I thank God for every new opportunity. I also thank God for those who choose to come along for the ride and not selfishly hold me back, for they are the ones who are truly meant to be in my life.

Never take “No” for an answer. Never let anyone tell you that you “can’t” do it. Never think at any point that something is “impossible”. Never feel within your heart that you’ve come to the end of your ramp. I mean, really. Take Rocky for example. If ever there were a person who should truly just give it up, is at the end of their ramp, it would be him, don’t you think? Inspirational, I say!

It’s only truth if you believe it to be. The ramp only ends if you have convinced yourself that there is no way to keep trudging forth into whatever new adventure life has in store for you. So far, I have learned that when you feel that there is no where else for you to go, nothing else for you to do, that’s when you simply must begin to get creative, that’s all. Maybe the next path isn’t clearly written out for you in black and white, such as the ease of breathing without thought. This time, you just might have to sit and think on it for a spell. Ahhh! Whadda concept, no? Think on it.....Analyze it. Move through it if not over it or under it. In life, until death, that ramp never ends. We just give up on following it when it’s not a clearly marked path, and that is sad.

There have been many times in my life when the path before me is not as clear as I’d like it to be. Sometimes, as it’s been known to happen, others around me have known of the path ahead long before I have stumbled up on it, but the point being, I kept looking. I kept searching for a way to continue, to learn and to grow. As a human, I feel, that if you quit expanding yourself, you quit learning and reshaping your mind, you might as well be dead. The world is too big of a place with way too much to do and see to sit idle and think “this is it, this is all there is”. Horse pucky. Not unless you’re six feet under, and even then there are those that would argue whether you’ve truly reached the of the ramp or not.

I have found in life that those who do forge forth, those who seek out the adventure and embrace it at every bend are the ones that create feelings of disdain and hatred in others. Is it because those who create these black feelings towards the adventurer are jealous of their spirit? Is it because they then feel “left behind”? I suppose I couldn’t really say for sure, as I am not one of those people, but I can say that sometimes it’s a little hard to wrap my mind around. I have seen this kind of thing stop someone in their tracks before too, keeping them from whatever lies ahead and holding them back in order to please the ones who become idle with anger and contempt. It took me a spell, but I did finally figure out that you can’t please everybody in life, and the more you try to do just that, the more miserable you will make yourself. Yes, that is a lesson I learned first hand. It only took me 32 years to figure that one out. And even now, shadows of that old demon still linger in the recesses of my soul from time to time.

I choose not to sit around on my duff and wait for life to find me. I choose to seek out my own happiness, my own adventures, rather than to sit around hoping that fate is going to deliver them to me wrapped in pretty packaging and a nice big bow. For me, there is no end to my ramp. My ramp stretches out before me like a beacon, calling, urging, pushing me forward, always forward. Sitting idle for too long gets me into trouble. My spirit gets restless, my soul aches to reach out and grab hold of life before it passes me by. I know there will come a day that I must slow down, as my physical body won’t allow for so many adventures and my mind may make it difficult for me to absorb and retain new knowledge. When that time comes, you will find me in a rocking chair on a huge porch somewhere telling my grandbabies the stories of my great adventure: my own life. I also choose not to allow those who attempt to wrap their evil darkened hatred around my wings and stifle me for their own gain to succeed. I shrug them from my life as raindrops from my rain coat. Small inconveniences in the grand scheme.

Every sunrise that I wake on the upside of the dirt, I am in good shape. It’s a new chance for new adventures and a new length of ramp to be explored, and I thank God for every new opportunity. I also thank God for those who choose to come along for the ride and not selfishly hold me back, for they are the ones who are truly meant to be in my life.

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