My Passion for Writing Never Left
The year was 2005. Though I didn’t know it yet, I was about to refuse to lift a pen or even write a short brainstorming exercise for five years.
I hit a huge roadblock in my road to somewhere.
I didn’t know I was going to become a workout warrior who in a couple short years would have my heart set on becoming a personal trainer.
Heck, no one at Edison High School saw this one coming. Had you known me then, I was on the small side, and about as athletic as a slug.
At the time, and in 2006, 2007, and 2008, my purpose for wanting to become a personal trainer deepened, especially as I started hitting the gym in favor of even attending family functions.
And after studying the lifestyle.
Oh, had my passion for writing been shunned to one side by this macho love for fitness. And don’t get me wrong, I still love fitness.
But, I fell in love with the fact I could wear whatever I wanted to work, make my own schedule, and, well, be in a gym all day. I could workout when I wanted, and best yet, I wouldn’t have to work an office job.
So, come 2012, I started my first training job in Weirton, West Virginia (though it’s practically Pittsburgh), and off I went, for four-and-a-half years, making my own schedule, hanging out all day in the gym, hanging out with members, working out with new friends I’d made, and literally was paid to hang out.
The lifestyle, man, the lifestyle. Oh, what a lifestyle.
I put others through workouts, made sure they developed Stockholm Syndrome, so they’d renew with me year after year, scheduled my appointments around my workouts, and even cut group classes short if one of my workout buddies made it into the gym early.
Bring on that money! I made enough for a family of four to live off, just by telling clients, “Oh, you need another year with me, we aren’t through yet.”
Is it any wonder I lost my passion for working in the field?
Being in something for all the wrong reasons will cause even the most “passionate” to crash and burn.
Sure, I like it, but it’s like being in a relationship for a few years on end and you lose that virtue because, well, you may not have ever had it in the first place.
You were just dating the person because (I’m a guy, so don’t get offended) the girl’s hip-to-ass ratio was perfect, the sex was even better, and her morning pancakes were bomb!
Why was I training?
I don’t know, I’ll be completely honest.
The backslide began in mid-2015, and though I once vowed I’d never do what I did in Weirton ever again, I started doing what I did in Weirton at my subsequent places for the same reasons. Sorry, White Oak and Murrysville.
Is it because I’m a selfish person?
In all honesty, no.
See, when we truly love something, we do so for selfless reasons.
It’s why showboats rarely last in the NFL. For every Terrell Owens, Chad Johnson, and Deion Sanders, you have at least three Barry Sanders, Peyton Mannings, and Larry Fitzgeralds. It applies to all sports. Sure, the classy guys may taunt at times and get fired up, but those who taunt less tend to have longer careers.
Johnny Manziel, Ryan Leaf, and others fitting a similar mold flamed out. Guys like them were in it for status, for others to look up to, almost as deities, and of course, what would happen if they succeeded?
Peyton Manning had a few bad games in his career. He rarely if ever let it bring him down. Ryan Leaf played well in his first two games; won them both. Then he had a bad game and a really bad outburst. Manning set a record for most interceptions thrown by a rookie. Leaf threw half as many picks in 1998.
Perhaps Manning had a motive larger than himself: Win the Super Bowl, make everyone around him better players, give others a reason for hope. Manning was virtuous, Leaf wasn’t.
Fast-forward to today.
Is Leaf virtuous?
He shares his story with the world, hoping people, especially young NFL players, don’t fall into the same trap he fell into. He works with recovering drug addicts, too, something he was caught up in himself until earlier this decade.
So, back to me and personal training.
The Road to Nowhere.
I wasn’t in it to make others better, though many became better. I was in it because it involved zero stress, workouts, and an excuse to wear gym clothes to work. I was in it strictly for comfort.
So, why writing?
The virtue meets the passion. The thought intertwines with emotion. We have worldly issues that must be solved, sensitive issues that must be discussed.
We live in a world where it’s considered offensive to bring up topics that might make our world a greater place for all, but refusal to talk about such issues creates a wayward welfare-warfare path in America that leads to destruction of the dollar, a decrease in standards of living, an increase in cost of living, and the free market is blamed for it.
However, the dollar is government-issued. Welfare and warfare is government legislated. Increase in costs are a direct result of increased inflation, while not as bad as some nations, is still just as tragic.
Laws that decrease a meritocracy, where those are selected in terms of ability, like affirmative action or bureaucratic ties, have only led to further destruction of America’s economy, destruction of freedom, destruction of everything our ancestors fought for.
Mass immigration from the Third-World has led to a larger welfare state than ever before, which one can read about in one of my latest articles.
There is so much more motive to write, because each morning when I wake up, when I’m training others, when I’m reading, researching, and writing, I cannot stand by and allow this kind of stuff to go unnoticed.
It’s a purpose, it’s a privilege, to have the discipline necessary to relay my findings to you, so we as a whole can place the food on the table, all of it, and have a civilized discussion regarding it, before it’s too late, before America falls victim to a financial collapse not seen since the fall of the Soviet Union.
Before America’s military is stretched so thin a military draft is instilled.
Before special interests dictating war across the globe, under the guise of NATO, takes America from being a freedom-loving republic to an evil bastion of the empire it’s become, usurping civil liberties with it.
This is why I write. To share with the world why we as a nation, and as a world, must confront all issues, even sensitive issues, and change them. To lead the world by example, not force, in the name of liberty.
It’s a mission, a destination, a road to somewhere, not a living. It’s a journey, not a thirty-five-year-plan where retirement is the ultimate goal.
It’s pursuing passion and seeing it through, regardless of what can happen.
I’d like to thank all of my readers for coming across My Freedom Flame, please come back soon.