I open my eyes, barely able to stand and gasping for breath. My legs are weak and shaking and my arms hang lifelessly by my side. Everywhere hurts. There are many people around me but I am alone. I don’t see or notice these people. I am in my own world; a somewhat distorted version of reality. The sweat is dripping down my face as I gaze up towards the ceiling wondering how I found myself in this situation. I’m battered and bruised and to be honest, I’m not quite sure I’ll survive this.
After a few more deep breaths my mind focuses on the situation at hand. I remember why I’m here and what I have to do. A dark force looms over me as if nature knows what’s happening and its trying to make it even more difficult for me to complete my objective.
I’ve failed many times in the past, but not this time! This is where I give the metaphorical finger to anyone and anything that tries to get between me and my goal. These obstacles have a fake appearance. They try to appear more intimidating then they already are, but I’m on to their game! I know deep inside that these obstacles are weaker than they appear and I will crush them into dust!
What has only been a few minutes has felt like a lifetime. But already I must push on. There no time for rest where I am. Rest doesn’t get you anywhere. This is a mental barrier that I must cross to get where I want to be. Not many people will ever be able to cross this barrier as they are still too scared of the obstacles in their way. They have no drive and determination and that is why they will be stuck, constantly spinning their wheels but going nowhere
I turn around and look in the mirror, peering in to see the reflection of myself. I look angry, but focused; tired, but determined; in pain, but motivated.
I squat down and grab my weapon. I will use this weapon to fight through the obstacles and become successful in my goal. This weapon shall make me a better person both mentally and physically, however... This weapon comes with a catch. There is a price to pay for using it and you should not underestimate its power. It will quite literally make you or break you. The worst thing about this weapon is that it also one of my obstacles! It keeps me from completing my objective yet at the very same time, I need it to reach my objective. The more I think about that concept the scarier it becomes... But there is no time for fear here. Fear will get you killed in this game, I must block out the fear and concentrate.
Still squatting, I grip my weapon tightly. The chalk fragments fall from my hands and flutter away into the air and toward the ground like a snow globe. This is the calm before the storm, but don’t let it fool you... Shit’s about to get crazy!
I get into position and see myself squatting down, griping my weapon and staring back at myself again and I can’t help but smile. I’ve been through hell and am still there but I smile anyway, because in some strange way, I’m enjoying this. With my grip firm and my body in place I prepare for my attack. This is it, no going back now! I take a few seconds to calm myself and empty my mind whilst still concentrating. I take one last deep breath... And pull!
(Inspired by Jon North).