I have seen a few things in my time spent on this planet. I have seen ugly and I have seen tear falling beauty, and I seen the two pair up and live together without compromise. Of all the things that I have done personally. This art has taken me by storm. Art and war are really only ever put together in the definition of Martial Arts. Being a combat veteran, I feel that people are at war with their own mind and senses. I think that television Internet and mobile phones are sedatives that are fuelled by fatty mind clogging foods and advertisements. Plus the addition of smoking, drinking, and overall poor lifestyle we as human beings forget that we are creatures of something greater than a job or status position. I have been to so many quick fix solutions in my life, the churches, diets, natural & chemical healing herbs and devices etc. But nothing could calm this fire inside me. I do not mean the fire that makes our passion grow and illuminate our beings. But the fire that burned me into dust. We have all felt burned out from something or burned by someone. How we choose to move on or break free from the bondage of our own minds is completely up to us. Other people can be concerned or even voice their opinion but at the end of the day it is all on us. How easy is it to sit in front of a television or computer and just feel the drain of your soul leak from your body. It may sound gross to read in black and white but really try taking a movie quiz to see how many movies you have watched. Now add that by 2 then divide by 24. I would bet money that some people have spent entire weeks of their lives in front of an idiot box letting something else think for them. And most likely eating something that will kill or damage them. I was trying to find something for my son to do as an after school hobby. He being a younger brother I naturally wanted to get him into martial arts. I accidentally came across Rootz after losing my temper with an overweight instructor at a local gym. I have loved jiu jitsu since I learned the three moves in the Marines. The fact that Townsville Australia actually had a place to teach it blew my mind. I spoke with my partner about it and signed both my son and I up. Now I tend to be flaky at best with most projects that I take on, but this combat of strategy and timing has become almost religion to me. Aside from the fact that I want to clearly establish I am not in anyway shape or form talking about a deity or do I want any discussion about what someone read from a book. To me the fact that you are testing yourself against anyone of any size age weight strength or ability is so amazingly primal, it feels almost like I am honouring my ancient ancestors by doing this. It is almost an addiction really. I started taking one class, once a week, and then after I got rolled up by someone 50 pounds less than me after I was fresh and gave it all that I had. My inner man came out. I felt the pride that was I being challenged by myself. I began to study fights and watch on the matt to the instructor instead of standing up; also I am practically deaf so this really helps. It wasn’t until I actually said to myself not to anyone else that this is what I want, that my body and mind had a conversation to my soul and corrected me. This is what I need! I read an article in a magazine that states, men who don’t train turn into cowards. And nothing further from the truth has ever been said by a magazine article I have ever read. I find it funny, the most amazing grappling advice happens to be my new motto on life. Do not go for a move; take what your opponent gives you. Now to break this down, basically don’t try going for an arm bar if someone is rolling over, just choke him or her out. But life really is the same if not more relevant. Dream your dreams but don’t strive to be a race car driver if you don’t have a licence. Make the very most of what you have. I have read and heard so many times; jiu jitsu is not a sport. It is a way of life. Unfortunately unless you test yourself all the time you will never understand what that means. Understanding words are different than living the meaning. I have seen the difference in my son, my mates, and myself. It’s funny. When you lose after giving it all that you had, you still are the gold medallist against anyone that has never tried.