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This is so true. Who would have thought a computer voice would be so fitting....

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Go Hard

I must post this. By post, I mean quote. I'd attempt to put this into my own words, but I could only cover half of what G Diesel is getting at here. This guy knows how to live - take this to heart, I'm trying to.

Go Hard by G Diesel As I rose standing stationary aboard the cattle chute escalator out of the bowels of Penn Station, I gritted my teeth, my jowl muscle flexing hard under my bearded cheek. Having just completed my cramped quarters commute with the rest of the hustlers and bustlers, I observed the landmark train station decked out with Christmas regalia and I felt nothing. Golden bells, metallic bulbs and boughs of holly designed to push those familiar sentimental buttons… Quaint, Yule jingles streaming through the old public address speakers preying upon memories--the romantic flame of which has long since been extinguished. Sure I was once a kid and I felt that flutter this time of year, but though the neatly wrapped boxes under the tree were nice, even as a child it meant something more--that familial warmth, that idealized sense of a mankind that was kind to its fellow man… That warm, fuzzy bullshit tough guys like us aren’t so comfortable openly acknowledging. The notions of which take a piece of you with them, when they, like everything else pure and good, inevitably die. It is indeed a dark day when a man must come to grips with the fact that so many of the small joys of life are a lie. Lies that have nothing to do with friends or family, nothing to do with the birth of a cultural revolution twenty plus centuries ago. Materialized, marketing figments designed to alter our value system and grift us out of our last buck. Grown men competing to see who can outspend who, compensating for their little dicks by uprooting the biggest of the mighty pines and then letting that majestic tree die slowly in their living rooms on display for the entire neighborhood to see. It all seems so important, it all seems of such great consequence, but in reality, it all means nothing. Truth is, it is a cold, cold world. Colder than the winter wind off of the Atlantic. It is “dog eat dog”, “look out for number one” and every other cliché you can think of to signify the fact that you are on your motherfuckin’ own. It is harsh out there and if you aren’t willing to go hard, to go all in and to do everything it takes to get yours and to ensure your own survival, this world will eat you up and shit you out. Don’t laugh… It has ripped to shreds a whole army of motherfuckers ten times tougher than your punk ass. Go hard and guard what’s yours with your life. Build that ruddy and weathered muscle, that scarred and calloused outer shell to protect your soft spots. Temper your emotions and never show your hand. Come to grips with the lonely and solemn existence that is your daily life when stripped of all of its pomp and artifice. I wish I could be more pie in the sky, more sunshine and happiness, but there is a weighty sense of duty with which I must address you. Honesty is the cross I must bear, spitting the awful truth here when I’d much rather spin a tale of love and light. In illustration of these earlier points, I will share with you a story of recent loss. Last week, a new friend and associate of mine, a close friend of one of my oldest comrades, a brother in our lifestyle, took his own life. Pushed to a point of despair and hopelessness, lost and scared, he drove to the top of a casino parking garage in Atlantic City and leapt to his demise. As he was driven to that point, working contrary to the most basic human instinct for self preservation, standing on the edge, seeking to make the pain stop, I can only imagine what ran through his panicked mind. How alone he must have felt, looking at the cold concrete so many stories below and seeing relief there, an escape, as he swayed in the cold December breeze. I shudder when I ponder his loneliness, imagining that it could only be trumped by that of his infant daughter, some distant day, so many years from now when she’s old enough to understand. My friend Josh will be missed and while our mourning won’t bring him back, while his family’s pain can never be relieved and his vast potential can never be fulfilled, I have to believe that he didn’t die in vain this holiday season. That this waste of a promising life can’t possibly be for naught, that his passing was meant to happen for a reason—for a much needed dose of perspective to the many of us apt to pity ourselves and to grow bitter, failing to see the promise with the blessing that is each day we’re lucky enough to open our eyes. Life can be a motherfucker, but fuck it; it’s all we’ve got. As our days dwindle away more quickly than we realize, hold onto your ideals and fight the good fight. Fight because you can, because life is worth fighting for, fight because though guys like Josh can fight no more, you won’t let them lose. I implore you to go hard in everything you do… At work, at home, in the gym and anywhere else you pursue your dreams. Love those you love as if you’ll never see them again. Let them know that they’re treasured and dear, that even in this cold, cynical and cutthroat world, you’ll never let them be alone. Go hard for those that can’t motivate themselves, those that have lost hope and given in. Let your struggle and strain be an example to those that can’t afford the luxury of optimism, that while you’re neck deep in the same shit that has broken others stronger than you, that you refuse to be broken… That you refuse to give in… That you won’t quit this life til this life quits you. Go hard for those that can go no more. Go hard… And while you’re at it, be happy.

Source: animalpak.com, Universal Products.

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this is a cool site to help feed the "geek" in you... they have bacon band aids, electronic japanese eyes, portal 2 gels and snowball launching crossbows. 


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determination, dedication, devotion

determination: the act of settling a purpose
dedication: a state of mind when one is set apart and consecrates to a deity or a sacred purpose
devotion: a strong attachment to a cause marked by dedicated loyalty


very few people exhibit these traits on a regular basis - some hardly at all. apparently to me, hardly anyone - compared to 60 years ago - has the same work ethic and values it takes to run their lives independently.


it seems to me that now a days a lot of middle aged people, young adults, teens and in some cases young kids have their priorties completely backwards. i'm not saying i know it all, because i certainly do not, but i at least know that someone who cannot recall who won the civil war - or even knows there was one, but has the newest "flyest" clothing but has trouble providing for their family is a backwards - and sad situation. people need to start relying on themselves, owning up to their issues, taking responsibility for their actions and listening to their elders. that is why there are parents - my following reasoning is based on good parents though: the older the person, the more experiences they have under their belt - so the more they understand about life. why wouldn't anyone take advantage of that and actually begin to learn something and develop themselves? such a simple process - its a no brainer. if the kids aren't being raised correctly then they really ought to seek other sources of motivation - simply change the crowd of people who they are around - regardless if the crowd is the parents. easier said than done - i'm sure.


this blog is called format: experiences because experiences are what mold a person and define how people look at them. not clothes, not cars, not houses, not money. the molded person is what everyone else sees - regardless of what that person wants everyone to see. if a kid would go out of his or her way to develop a better life for themselves and then the people around them then that would be a reason for respect. taking control of your life is how you fix it. quit relying on other people and make it happen - no excuses. 


i have been fortunate to have great parents and an awesome family - everyone has their head on straight and has their priorities lined up. and now since i am going through a large transition on my life from a guy to a man - i needed more motivational sources. for me, i chose to hit the gym harder than ever before and really begin to take things i do to heart. i graduated, commissioned as a second lieutenant, got a full time job as a project engineer and now i'm beginning to really feel passionate about everything i do and surround myself with people who support me and are my real friends. if you don't like me for who i am then i don't need you in my life. why would i waste my time and energy dealing with someone who doesn't care themselves? 


the gym for me has become sort of my stomping grounds - for lack of a better phrase. i am definitely not the biggest guy there or the loudest or the most ripped - but i can guarantee you i have the best attitude and most will power out of anyone there. you will never see me messing around - when i'm there i get it done and focus. i take every rep and exercise to heart - just like i am beginning to do in my life. for me, working out is a great way to put things in perspective and look at the problems in my life with a better attitude.


animalpak.com is my largest influence - and is the reason i started to work out more regiment-like over the past year or so. these guys on here live determination, dedication and devotion every second, minute, hour, day, week, month of every year. for them its a way of life and a mindset - so true. i now see why they do the things they do - they take their life and put it on their own level rather than trying to match everyone else's. who needs new years resolutions every damn year when you have complete control of your life everyday? its just how much closer you are to your next goal - not a resolution.


slowly but surely i will be at my own level surrounded by only the people who i care about and live with the three d's. i will be where the animals are - at least mentally. i will provide for my family and do what needs to be done in order to teach them the same. listen, learn and take pride in the things you do. easier said than done, it takes a certain kind of mental state to do it. it starts with determination, continues with dedication and ends with devotion.