Making a Living
We went out on a ninja mission. It was truly epic. Travis and I waited till after dark and made our way into the streets. We climbed, we ran, we trained, we balanced, we flipped, we conquered fears, we saw new possibilities, we drank really bad bubble tea. It was a good night. At the end of the night we stood on the edge of a building and felt the night breeze traverse the city and find our faces. But what we experienced, or at least I can confirm this for myself, had little to do with the obstacles we had overcome, with the challenges we faced, the interested looks of people who happened to catch a glimpse of our training, or even with the sense of accomplishment that follows achieving one's goals. Instead this was a feeling of completeness, of reality finding its way into the daily struggle of a life we shouldn't have taking over the way of life we were meant to live. In my bones I felt real for that moment, as if I was doing what I should be doing all the time, in being able to move and see the world around me, in being able to believe in something, even if it's only myself, in being able to be as I feel I should be, now with strength in my legs and confidence in my hands.
I am truly lucky, to have the life I have. A body that is capable, a mind that is active, a family that are supportive, friends that are motivational, a job that others dream of. Because of all these amazing things I can do what I ignored my teachers in class thinking about, what I spend everyday training to do, what I write about, dream about, think about every moment: Living. For me the mission wasn't just to practice parkour it was to live life. Parkour to me isn't a way of life, it's a way to live life. In a world that constantly realigns our beliefs of what is important, about what matters, and what it means to live, parkour offers a way to acknowledge the absurdity of existence and the opportunities we have and how we've accepted so many of them waltzing by in pursuit of what we like to think of as "making a living."
On that rooftop what I felt was that I had achieved, at least that night, was being alive.


