Post by Lynx on Nov 23, 2018 15:00:20 GMT -5
Tibet
Yesterday..
You know? I have never been to see the sea…
The old monk sat near the river bank. Calm as still water, observing flowing waters. Lynx sat near him looking at the sky.
You fought well, son. You are so young. Still so much to learn.
I know, I know who you are, although I have not seen behind that mask and probably never will. But I do not need to see your face, to understand who you are. When two fighters fight, they are one. One that must destroy himself in order to become two and then one again. It is the fight of life against itself. Life that becomes death in order to bring life again…
Like the Phoenix rising from the ashes.
The monk looked at the young fighter and could see behind the mask. The young man was a Champion. Not because he held a title belt in a wrestling federation but because he had fought all his life to win the war against mediocrity and had won many battles in that war. He was a being that deserved respect and the old monk understood that. He knew this young fighter had so much potential in him, it was amazing. The old monk looked at the youngster and then he gazed at the river. He started speaking again, in a soft tone.
As I said, I have never been to the sea, yet I have seen the lakes and rivers of Tibet. Lakes, they are so still and yet you cannot say that they are dead. Very few lakes are made of stagnant, muddy waters. There is life in them. A life you must Respect. It is like an analogy to life itself. Lakes are like old people, still but still full of life. It is like the run that has slowed down and then stopped slowly. But it still has a lot of lungs and oxygen in it…
The old monk shook his head; he took a deep breath and looked at the youngster. Lynx was there, looking at the sky. He was thinking about something. Something was bothering him. The old man, the wise monk understood. The youngster had fire in his heart and wind in his mind. His body was there but his mind was not. He was somewhere else. He had challenged the old man and had survived. His goal was complete. They had fought and they had both won. The elder had won some fire to warm his heart and the youngster had won some Starlight to enlighten his Hopes.
You want me to fight you again? I can fight you again if you want, yet if I do, I must kill you!!
Do you want to be killed?
Lynx looked at the man. His mask was on but the man could see behind it. The youngster had no fear of death, at least not fearing death in a fight. He was a true warrior. The son of battle. That was it! The monk took another deep breath, he understood. The young man’s mind was wandering in the galaxy of the upcoming fights. They were never ending, just like the sky, just like the universe.
Just like a River, that always streamed towards the sea.
Just like that, his energy flowed through his body and streamed towards the next challenge. His life was a constant fight and that was good so. His goal was to fight, his life had that meaning, the meaning given to it by the constant war in his heart.
His mind was wandering towards his upcoming challenges.
Be them filled with the desire for revenge,
Or with the wish to overcome a new challenge.
Be them fighters of glories past
Or knights shining in their armor last..
They would all risk to fall to the wild river waters that this kid was. The monk knew, he knew where the kids mind was. He knew all about his upcoming challenge. He knew why the kid, Lynx had taken the long trip to these mountains.
Seeking an old fight to overcome a new Challenge!
And he had won so much in this short process. He was like a wild river that streamed towards the sea. Yes! That is what it was! The monk smiled. The kid was to become a great entity. He was to become a magnificent Sea . That was his Destiny.
He looked at the Mask
The Mask looked back at him and…
“Man is not made for defeat.”
“But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
And they sat there and contemplated…
..As time streamed away, like wild rivers do to the sea…
