#stronginspirit

[moxiewidow]

Fuck yeah! Keep those Boundaries! You get mad when I do? Then you're one of the reasons I need to set them! #settingboundaries #stronginspirit #healthyboundaries (at Oceanside, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTDIOMehn8R/?utm_medium=tumblr

[rrasmussen54]

#stronginspirit #resist https://www.instagram.com/p/B8bPTw3p1_nv_YAyeA90v2a8ZgF-yQVvnTrr6w0/?igshid=ila5ouo7e8nr

[goddessmireina]

Now when God Brings him down from heaven, may he be #stronginspirit #kindinnature #loving but only craves to love one woman ( and I am not talking about at a time) cheerful, just as ambitious as I am, loyal and humble.

[beneathanightsky]

The Heart of a Champion

Seldom anymore do we find those we would call "champions".  It seems as if they are of a dying breed; perhaps slightly more common than the legendary phoenix.  And I would dare say this mythical creature be non-existent, if it weren't for the fact I've personally come in contact with one.

To clarify, this being of which I speak is not the common "champion" you find at every cultural activity for competition; those who strive only for vain glory, selfish personal gain, and shiny metals to be adorned by men.  No, a true champion is pure of heart, steadfast on his beliefs, and strong enough in body and mind to overcome every obstacle, including defeat.

It has been said, "A true man never accepts defeat," and yet if we look at a four-year-old with the same attitude, we ridicule him for being a sore-loser.

A champion accepts a loss, as it is his honor to admit defeat, but he does not allow it to defeat his spirit.  He overcomes, and in doing so comes out on the other side stronger than before and more willing to face the challenges of this world.

But how can we know a champion when we see one?

By their spirit.  By their words.  By their actions.  By their willingness to go forth and vanquish every evil thing on this earth.  But most importantly, by the little things they do differently than everyone else.

The champion I met was not standing on a pedestal with a gold medallion hung around his neck, but rather, he was washing dishes - a simple laborer at a local business.  With his stained T-shirt, and worn, fading gym shorts, you would not have thought a champion, but two seconds in conversation with him would prove otherwise.

I had simply asked how he was doing.

He answer was immediate, "Not so good, but I'm pushing through."  In further inquiring I discovered that his girlfriend has just broken up with him the night prior (along with a set of other personal grievances that I won't bother going into at this time…) and yet here he was working the next day when most other men his age in the same situation would have called off, remained at home, and spent their waking hours whimpering in a dark corner, consumed by their sorrows.  But no.  He still came into work.  He still remained positive, and he kept on doing the things that needed done.

Because he understands that sadness and sorrow are real emotions that we can't deny the existence of, but we can decide our actions despite the depth of our emotion.

This event was many months and moons ago, but still to this day he remains ever as positive, constantly looking towards tomorrow with bright eyes, a pure soul, and the heart of a champion.