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Pursuit of Happiness

It's a song by Kid Cudi. Loved it the first time I heard it. But it hit home for me last October. It was after my fight and I was on the way to the gym. I was coming off a win and was supposed to take the week and rest. But I had a jiu jitsu tournament that weekend, aka a wrestling tournament for me. It's not really my thing but I do it for the practice. The experience. The adrenaline control. But that day the lyrics that sunk in were:
Imma do just what I want lookin' ahead no turnin' back
if I fall if I die know I lived it till the fullest
if I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bullets
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold
I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good

So simple. But at that moment, when I didn't want to rest, I just wanted to be better, I knew I was on my pursuit of happiness. I'm an amateur. But I love this stuff. It means the world to me.
But you can't tell me when I'm wrong. I will always do what I want. You have to let me fail. And someone let me do that tonight. He could have told me I was doing too much but I wouldn't have listened. I had to try. While on a weight cut (those that have trained on low calories understand the difference). I had to fail at simple drills. I had to admit I was too tired and needed to go home. And that I have to limit myself. That I have limits.

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