Pain yields to innovation

Audio Recording of the Author Reading: Pain yields to innovation

Recently, I have been thinking about pain.

The pain of the market is just one such example. Pain of the body, too. And while I have thought on this, I’ve concluded that pain yields to innovation.

“Let me explain; no, there’s too much. Let me sum up.” Inigo Montoya

There is multi-millenia of pain that our species has experienced, and for it we have become exceptionally capable overcoming pain:

  • cold -> fire
  • weather -> shelter
  • hunger -> agriculture
  • conflict -> weapons (empathy is a weapon, too)

These are only a few examples, there are many more.

And what of your pain? Do you shun it, ignore it, mask, bury or hide it?

Hone in on it. Feel it.

The source of your pain may yield wonders untold, undiscovered or unimaginable. But you must not turn your back; no, not on your pain.

To do so, to turn on your pain, is to turn on your self.

Face you pain, feel it, and grow.

Sound body, sound mind, sound leader

Audio recording of the post, ‘Sound body, sound mind, sound leader”

Coming to you live from the gym. Just got done with my routine; well, most of it anyways. Still healing.

The thing I wanted to share today is an article that someone shared with me on Mastodon. Essentially the article goes over the bio-mechanical processes that counter-act aging and age-related diseases as a result of Physical Activity. Props goes out to ghose for the great share.

In addition to that, I wanted to share a sound bit I found on Mastodon courtesy of tinfoil-hat. It is an incredible thing to hear leaders proclaim the importance of a strong physical culture as well as live it too.

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Really admirable.

So with that, I hope you’ll take an hour out of your day to cultivate your mind by cultivating your strength.

Ideally, A Body Will Show One’s Character

Recently a friend of mine shared a video with me after having heard about my recent post about Digital Minimalism. She was curious to know my thoughts about it. I will leave my thoughts below; I will leave the video here, too.

Hard Work Is the Laboratory

Many years ago I lived on a farm, which was surrounded by ranch-lands and farmsteads. This modest farm was many miles from any near-by town. Most of my friends were many miles away, too. So getting to any kind of derision was never a simple thing. I reflected on all of this after visiting my old neighborhood over the weekend. As luck would have it, I was fortunate enough to visit with some of my old neighbors.

One such neighbor, the wife of my childhood mentor, who passed a few years ago, bemoaned that there has not been a better sprinkler mover since those years where I walked the fields. “You simply can’t get kids to walk the fields and move sprinklers anymore, Alix,” she decried. “Not even for two hours a day at twice minimum wage! It gets in the way of their screen time.”

You simply can’t get kids to walk… It gets in the way of their screen time.

Mrs. Warr

I shook my head in agreement of disapproval and told her that I’d still be moving them were I in the neighborhood. Truthfully, I would walk those fields for the rest of my life if I could. The peace and imagination, the stories I would conjure to the clouds, all of it would take a person’s breath away if they only knew what depth of solace I felt moving those hand-lines as a young man. And that was only in the fields.

Breathing Is a Skill

When I wasn’t punching cows, bucking bales of hay, or trucking hand-lines through the fields, I was headlong under-water breathing to the rhythm of my swim coach’s instruction. “1,2,3,4,5, breath… 1,2,3,4,5, breath…” I would hear his words sound in my head like a sonar as I’d stroke my way through his grueling workouts. I can still hear those fate-filled words he said to me as I told him how hard it was to breath that pattern.

“Alix,” he said holding his clipboard to his chest and pinching the wings of his nose, “you don’t need more air in your lungs, you need to be more efficient with the air you already have.”

You don’t need more air in your lungs, you need to be more efficient with the air you already have.

Coach Roberts

While I didn’t agree with him at the time, I have since come around to learn what he meant – all you need to do is listen to the way people breath in a waiting room, or on a date, to know that people lack control over their breath. And lacking control over breath is to lack control over one of our most fundamental bodily functions. I’ve often thought to ask, just as an unofficial social experiment, the mouth breathers and loud nose breathers of the world if they felt like their life was a little out of control. My suspicion is that they would say yes.

What We Do Is Our Character

To round this off. I may not have the character I once had as a youth: A young man who walked ranch fields and meditated my mortality underwater. I do, however, have enough sense in me to know that it was over-coming difficulties and trials in those arenas of youth that I often find my self joyous and in awe at the wellspring of happiness I’d experienced as a young man. What’s more, in fact, is that I often go back to those wellsprings when faced with new struggles. Much like the one I face now – the soul crushing comforts of modernity. And from these wellsprings there is a weapon, an Excalibur of sorts, that I have come to trust with all my heart, an incredible weapon I was given as a young man that I hope to share with you now: who we are is not what we do, what we do is who we are. This the essence of character.

Who we are is not what we do, what we do is who we are. This the essence of character

Alixander Court

I’d love if you would comment below and let me know what you do and the character it makes of you.