You look in the mirror, and see your face, yet something’s different. It sure looks like you, but something’s different about it.
It’s the eyes.
The eyes show an intensity. The face is leaner, there’s a large scar running across the face. Across the forehead, battered nose, and knarled lip.
In your face you are seeing one of your great grandfathers. An ancestor from many generations ago.
Unlike you he was raised in a more natural time.
His struggles were not over such trivialities as school work, job interviews, and bills.
He knew real hardship.
His 7th, 13th, and 15th winters saw the entire region down to starvation rations. Onion and cheese mixed into oats, but only in small amount.
The clan was embroiled in blood feuds more years than not.
His 12th summer saw him stone a man to death that would steal his father’s sheep.
At 14 he wielded axe in pitched battle.
At 16 he was ambushed by 5 or 6 members of a rival clan causing his magnificent scar. He walked out of that place alive, yet none else did that night.
Needless to say his life has been different than yours.
His mother did not nag and emasculate, for she wanted strong sons.
His father taught him the way of men, self sufficiency, strength.
He rode horses, shot bows, hunted, shepherded, farmed, and fought.
He went to no gym, there was no such thing, and yet he did not need one as he worked, ran the hills, lifted stones, and wrestled.
At your age he had already been married 4 years, his wife giving him two healthy sons and a daughter, while having only one stillborn.
Yes needless to say his life had been very different than yours. Yet know this…
His power, his strength flows in your veins. You must only choose to no longer be weak as shit to start the journey towards being like him. He had done it, and so can you.
In the West we have been raised in a manner divorced from our heritage, and stewed in an environment of degenerate weakness.
Look back to your roots, your ancestors, your bloodline. Honor them, gain strength.
To rise above is possible.
-J