Wednesday, June 25, 2014

To suffer or endure



There are some that believe success is the end result of suffering. That suffering is a gift, handed down from some unseen and benevolent master. I would ask these individuals to carefully re-examine the words “suffering” and “benevolent”. Suffering is not a virtue, nor is success always its end result. Those who would extol it as such and claim their success is the result sufferance serve to promote complacency and passivity and I for one find this insufferable.

I choose instead to endure. I am not, nor have ever been (and safe to say will never be) a praying man but were I such, it is doubtful that I would be the type to “give thanks” for the suffering that I encounter in what is unquestionably a difficult life. I would however, as a great man once suggested, pray for the strength to endure that life.

While I am aware that the words ‘suffer’ and ‘endure’ share very much the same meaning, as with any arranging and usage of words, the true implication of my statement lies in its context. For me, to endure is to be active amidst the opposition, to stand when forced to kneel, to speak when silence is insisted, to be ready once the offense has exhausted itself in the effort to overrun your barricades.

To endure is to stand immovable, to bend without breaking, to accept the flow of current without being confined, diverging when the necessity and/or opportunity arises. Not to be trampled, not to be battered, not to be stagnant. Suffering not a gift, it is not the parent of success, and it is nothing to be thankful for. Endurance is a choice, one that can be made without needing gods to beg or thank. A choice that can result in the strength, knowledge, wisdom and courage that comes from knowing YOU have done this and that you can do it again.


--Ryan Scales
June 2014

"We are unique in that we create ourselves"  --Han (Shih Kien), Enter the Dragon, 1973

Thursday, June 19, 2014

A quick sharp rant



If I get a chance to travel to a foreign country I might just disappear as soon as I get off the plane…


I was just thinking that it takes too much out of you to make a life here…of course the same can be said of any place in the world, but here everything is structured to keep you pinned down…and so many of us just happily bend over recieve it, even rationalize it…I wish I had better words…We were supposed to be the generation that raged against the machine, not did routine maintence, buffed and waxed it.


I wish I were joking. but if my savings weren’t so low and I had the balls, I would’ve hopped on a plain to europe or brazil and took my chances by now. :/


End rant.