love

I Just Called To Say “I Love you”

Stardate: 13th September 2014

It doesn’t take much to remind someone that they are important… both to you, and period.

Heck, I said ‘remind’… but, really, I should have said ‘inform’… as many have never heard a friend say: ‘I love you’, ‘I value you’, ‘here is [*insert kind gesture*]. I figured you’d like it.’

Many go through life not knowing their worth to anyone outside of the numbers represented on their paycheque.

‘We’ are too busy to send someone a letter/postcard/email/e-card… or substantial text when they come to mind… but not ‘too busy’ for candy crush.

Change that today.

Àṣẹ,
-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

http://www.getnarked.net
www.facebook.com/NarkSide

A Moment In Another’s Shoes

Stardate: 7th September 2014

This morning, after sleeping entirely on my right side, I woke up unable to move my left arm. I mean, I could not move it at all. Could not feel my fingers. Could not contract anything on the left side. And, did not think about trying to move the right side… As I was laying on it. Felt like I was trapped in my body. My mind went in to an absolute panic…as being in a vegetative state is one of my greatest fears. I was scared shit-less.

“Have I had a stroke”, I thought. Then the cynical/logical side of my brain kicked in, chuckled, and rationalised: “it’s probably just nerve impingement from your weight, and the uncomfortable position you slept in last night.”

I calmed down… But, immediately, that took my mind on a tangent.

“Is this how stroke and accident victims feel? The frustration and fear while trying to express themselves, and/or execute tasks that they used to take granted… Things that I take for granted now?”

Big shoes to fill, child's feet in large black shoes, on wood fl

And, in that split second, I felt a wave of sadness. Because, having pushed up with my right arm (- thus undoing the impingement and allowing feeling to return to my left side-), I realised: there is no simple/logical fix for many people’s impediments. And, as i reflected more deeply, I asked myself: Have I been impatient with people who have legitimate physical limitations?

I don’t think so. But, from today, this experience will make me think harder.

Àṣẹ,
-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

http://www.getnarked.net
www.facebook.com/NarkSide

The Meaning of Life.

…is a semi-misleading title for this entry.

Stardate: 11th August 2014

Convo with a friend last night:
Her: “[…] So happy to be surrounded by good people.”
Me: “I’m not a good person.” (Sidenote: Truly, I’ve never considered myself bad or good… I’ve always lived to be the best. Nothing more or less.)
Her: “But you are. A lot of people think a good person is a saint: someone who does no wrong. But good people do wrong, much like smart people sometimes say stupid things. What makes you a good person is: knowing yourself, your true self, faults and all… Being conscious of and cknowledging them; doing good for others. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always done good for others.”

I’ll be honest… I wasn’t expecting any of what she said. But, it could not have come at a better time. So, let me pass on my appended footnotes:

– Figure out who you are.
– Do what you can for others.
– Live to be the best you, you can be.
– Expect to fail many times over. Be prepared to be fine with that.
– Be fine with people judging you. Don’t ever let their judgements become your perspective… Because perspective becomes your reality. (I’ve failed here a number of times. What’s that saying about a hundred frenchmen, or hearing something enough times? Yea… I started to drink that koolaid. No bueno!)

We aren’t perfect.
Many pretend to be.

nobody perfect

‪#‎AintNobodyGotsTimeForThat‬ however.

Àṣẹ,
-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

http://www.getnarked.net
www.facebook.com/NarkSide

Love yourself guys: Leave!

Stardate: 15th July 2014

When a woman is upset, the usual route of release is to punch, and/or project at, the largest thing in the room.

Many times that ‘largest thing’, is you. And, society’s fine with that… because men are ‘strong’, and abuse is only abuse when it happens at the hands and/or lips of a man.

Well bros… It isn’t fine. And broader-than-her shoulders don’t make you invincible. Sticking it out and staying silent doesn’t make you a ‘real man’. Never leaving isn’t an indication of much you love her, as many memes would suggest.

What it is, is an indication of how little you love yourself.

So… love yourself more. Speak out. Leave if necessary.

Nobody deserves abuse.

Nobody.

Ase.

p.s. This post is not about me.

 

Yours in fitness,
-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

http://www.getnarked.net
www.facebook.com/NarkSide

50 years of Marriage.

Stardate: 29th June 2014

Sitting beside my grandparents, who are renewing their wedding vows… to celebrate their 50th year of marriage. The pastor said ‘you may kiss the bride’, and my grandfather started kissing her as if he’d never kissed her before. Twice. Three times. Five times… to the shock & amazement of the congregation.

50 years… and still as in love as day 1.

In the same instance, the pastor informs us that Barbados ranks 10th in THE WORLD in divorces… w/ the instance increasing exponentially the longer a couple have been together. These two proudly defy those statistics.

So much to learn here. So much…

Things like:

– Hard work: My grandfather retired at close to 70. When he came home, his body immediately started to break down because, for the first time in his life, he was sedentary. He started doing a lot of outdoor work, and that was reversed. My grandmother, to this day, does a lot of walking and gardening

– Living a life devoid of spite, and malicious element: These two are the sweetest people I’ve ever met. Yesterday at the their renewal celebration, loads of people said the same thing. “Godmother/Grandparents to many”. I’m guessing that it’s true that happy people live longer.

– Sensible eating: That’s always been a factor in our home… particularly since my great-grandmother, who lived with us for many years, was diabetic, obese, and bed-ridden. really was a wake-up call.

– Spiritual grounding: My grandmother, ironically, was the spiritual head of our home. Our leanings, life-views, et al followed her belief structure and example. There were/are a lot of things that were never allowed footing in her home, and she managed that without prejudice… always with a spirit of tolerance. I don’t know how… but she did it.

– Each other: They are the most playful couple I know. Even in silence, they have each other.

/longevityFormula

Bless.

Yours in fitness,
-Corey “Narkissos” Springer

http://www.getnarked.net
www.facebook.com/NarkSide