Reason

A lot of people stare at me and wonder why the hell do I do it? Why do I spend my time in the gym, on the track, or with a baseball bat in my hand rather than drinking, partying and all that stuff? I see in their eyes their disgust, their anger, their pure hate that radiates around their black eyes. For them I am already dead, for I am an outsider, a being that lives by another code, a code that is strange, fallacious, forged by false gods and written with malicious pretenses. They see in me a crazy person, an abomination. But in the end they will see my true self and I swear to whatever higher power that is out there, I am going to bring Hell to them.
For I choose a different path. I embark on journey that is filled with tears, blood, sweat, pain and sacrifices. While you are lifting your vodka off the table,  I am grabbing that heavy bar and move it. My muscles twist, my joint crack, my bones tremble, my nerves go down in flames but I fucking move that thing. I move with my body, I move it with my mind. I squeeze tight my glutes and let go a scream. A shout that is a testimony to the lion in me. A proof that a heart of a lion burns with fever and strength beyond measure in my chest. I go to sleep early and on the next day when you are puking your guts out or complaining from that hangover I am lying in my sweat in the gym, heart pounding,  body burning and a soul ready for more. I diet my ass off even though I am ridiculed for it. But then when they come to me and ask “Why the hell do that” I can just point my fucking finger and say “I got abs, man, look at your sorry, fat ass.”. I can shut them up forever. It’s tough, it hurts, it destroys, but it also builds and resurrects. There is nothing worse than an amputated spirit, nothing worse than a person who has no idea where his path lies, there are no prosthetics for that. I see those young people around me, not only wasting their talent, but executing their souls. And for what? For that another romp with a guy or a chick? Or maybe the thrill of a wasted picture on Facebook. Fuck that! One thing life has taught me so far in my short existence is that there are no seconds chances, there are no do-overs. There is only this moment and the next moment. Each one of those moments is a test that we get to take one time, only one time. I know how to seize this moment, I know that when I get a chance of victory I will make damn sure I take my shot. I may not always win but I will never give up without a fight. That makes me a fighter, a being that will stand tall against the devastating blows life delivers without mercy and in the end prevail. Where will they stand? When the shit hits the fan they will run for cover, I will not. For I have courage, I have a degree of strength beyond measure in my soul and heart. When things get rough I will be in the front lines and never back down. No matter how hard it is, I will make my stand! Understand?
I may not be the strongest, fastest, biggest. But I am tough, I am a stray dog. If I have to I will live on the streets and still thrive not only survive. I am not a big bad-ass battle ship, or some Stealth hyper-advanced bomber that can destroy half of China. No, I am not that. I am an air-superiority fighter, the guy that it is in the face of trouble and deals with it hand-to-hand. It is my wits, my strength, my drive that will help me survive and fight another day. I am a lion, a menace to be reckoned with. Do not fall to mediocrity, it is the biggest punishment you can suffer. There have been too many Average Joes. Do not be another one. Fight, struggle, suffer, sacrifice, even fall and die, but never be average. Grab the bar, pull, succeed, die trying, does not matter. You will have created a legacy, the legacy of a furious lion. A heritage that will remain even after you body becomes ant food. So grab that bar, pull, squeeze your glutes and scream. For you shall be reborned.

Четох нещо подобно в т-натиона.

Иначе ти се отдава, няма спор...

i dont give a shit for ur reasons :D

Харесаха ми първите няколко редам и дотам. Държа , че има хора, които тренират, но имат съвсем други принципи.
“Why the hell do that” I can just point my fucking finger and say “I got abs, man, look at your sorry, fat ass.”......ей това ме разби, да ти имам причината!

Чети и между редовете. :)

Харесаха ми първите няколко редам и дотам. Държа , че има хора, които тренират, но имат съвсем други принципи.
“Why the hell do that” I can just point my fucking finger and say “I got abs, man, look at your sorry, fat ass.”......ей това ме разби, да ти имам причината!

Да.. Дай нещо, виш ми гърба, краката, ръката :D