There's a version of me that had long hair (shoulder length or more), a leather dog collar around my neck, leather cuffs and hair ties on my wrists, and generally care-free attitude. "Long hair - don't care," was my motto and I basically said and did whatever I wanted with no regard to any possible consequence. I hung out with whoever wanted to hang. I moshed whenever there was moshing to be done. I drank whatever was put in front of me. I partied where ever people were partying.
I eventually grew up and cut my hair. Pretty simple. Now I can go on about all the different reasons and what in my life changed when this all occurred, and all the stuff that has happened since, but I won't.
Cutting my hair was my way of accepting that life was going to change and my pursuit of becoming a Bayani Warrior.
Bayani Warrior is more than just a Filipino Martial Arts group. More than just name of the group. It's an aspiration. To be a Bayani is to be a hero in every sense of the word - placing the needs of others before your own - knowing that what is doing right isn't always doing what is easy. Being a Warrior isn't about being able to knuckle up and fight - knowing how and when to fight, how to approach situations, how to approach life.
There isn't a map or hand book to become a Bayani Warrior. Nor is it easy. If it was easy, then everyone would be one.
The long hair me, is me from a simpler time in my life. Few responsibilities. Few consequences. As much as I would like to go back to that sometimes, I know that I'll never be able to go back to that. Even if i grew my hair back out, life wouldn't be like the way it used to be. Life changed. I changed.
There's no turning back.
this entry is far too serious. pretend i just said something funny about farts or male genitalia.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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