Dull without Danger

I. Introduction

Life just seems so dull at times.

It’s because “Soyciety” can make one too complacent if they are not careful. There’s no real urgency, no tension there. No skin in the game.

When I feel the clutches of soyciety grab for my legs and attempt to drag me down into its crab bucket of mediocrity and weakness, I give it a Bruce Lee kick and head for the mountains for training.

Or several kicks…

Temperamentally, I am dominantly rational.

Yet I constantly crave risk and adventure. I am a walking contradiction at times. Thus is the life of a Sagacious Savage.

However, the thirst for these things was never for a cheap hit of neurotransmitters.

It has always been for more pragmatic reasons. I get more out of myself in the face of danger. My senses are sharpened as I cannot be lacking in any regard.

Parkour is the main means in which I take a deep dive into the unknown, where I am not sure if I am ready to face whatever I encounter, yet I go anyways. Striding across rooftops, climbing cranes or mountains, or even doing the fundamental training to achieve these things makes me feel alive.

So many people are afraid of adopting this sort of lifestyle.

They are afraid of dying, yet they are not even living to begin with!

Fear consumes them, and beats them into the mud. And when they try to run from it, it is always there waiting, with bloody knuckles and a smug look on its face.

Living in a nanny state does nothing but add to this affliction.

Children are told not to climb on things, in a false concern for their safety.

Everyone else is told not to “make waves” or to try anything remotely risky.

Being busy telling them that “they’ll hurt themselves” or that they’ll fail only hurts them in the long run. Lack of exposure to pain and risk only alienates them from it, and doesn’t know what it looks like, or how strong or weak it is, or how strong or weak they are, in the face of it.

Even a small amount of pain would be over-proportioned due to their coddled existence by their weak and overbearing family and acquaintances.

Everyone wants to “play things safe” but nothing beneficial ever comes from this being the main mode of operating. Doing this long-term will ensure nothing but rotting stagnation.

II. Why You Should Expose Yourself To Risk More Often

High stakes living … The funnest game God ever made.

Victor Pride

Living on the edge has a host of benefits to your being.

This is because we are supposed to live this way.

Obstacles are opportunities for us to test and temper ourselves.

This way of living sharpens your senses, lest you take a misstep that plunges you towards your death

It also prevents excessive cerebration aka analysis paralysis aka overthinking aka cowardice. You learn the limits to your abilities, and in doing so you learn when and where to push, and how much pushing you can do. You also learn that more often than not, the worst case scenarios we envision never come close to fruition.

Additionally, it gives one that inner-seated confidence that one is able to handle whatever obstacle that stands in their way.

Putting yourself on the line hardens one’s mind into an imperturbable and impenetrable fortress, incapable of being flustered by outside and inside stressors. This is perhaps the most powerful trait that one can develop.

One also gains a sense of gratitude for life, from knowing it’s novelty and stimulation, yet how sudden all of that can be taken away. The warriors of past and present knew/know this, and embraced it and relied on it to push themselves through anything, and to make the most out of what life has to offer, and to give back to it before they left it.

III. Conclusion

Comfort is overrated.

An overabundance of relaxation, which is an easy threshold to reach, leads to stagnation and death.

Just as swords grow dull from remaining in their sheath, so shall we while laying in comfort.

Strut towards the dangerous unknown, and plunge yourself into its deepest depths.

All things good and virtuous and exalted stem from adversity and our own mortality.

Memento mori.


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