“Study strategy over the years and achieve the spirit of the warrior. Today is victory over yourself of yesterday; tomorrow is your victory over lesser men.”
— Miyamoto Musashi, The Book of Five Rings
I’ve been writing about a samurai named Miyamoto Musashi a lot recently, but I can’t seem to help it. He was a remarkable man.
Musashi was a legendary 17th-century samurai who is renowned for being undefeated in 61 duels, many of them to the death. He wasn’t just a skilled swordsman, though. …
Hello, my dear constant readers!
My, my, my, it’s the beginning of March 2021 already. Time is really flying in the year of measured hope. As usual, I’m going to be completely transparent with my stats and earnings. And the truth is last month wasn’t as lucrative as my recent months were.
The below is proof:
As someone who has 9 years of experience in martial arts, I have something to confess: I credit much of my writing success —being a multiple-time Top Writer making hundreds of dollars consistently every month, to my prior experience as a pugilist.
Sounds a little strange, doesn’t it? How can learning how to punch, kick, throw and fall in a dojo translate to an increased skill with words? Yet engaging in physical activities in order to augment one’s mental faculties has been a well-supported phenomenon for millennia.
They say art is subjective. That it’s up to you to interpret it at any given time; and I choose to interpret the above painting as Medium snatching away my sweet, sweet earnings.
All jokes aside, my stats have been on fire recently, and not in a good way. They’re burning down, down, down. I used to get over 20k views a month with relative ease, but as of late I’m barely scraping by 10.
The picture below is proof:
Mental illness runs in my family.
My mum has suffered from Type 1 Bipolar Disorder (the type that comes with full-blown mania and hallucinations) for as long as I can remember. The icing on top of the poop-cake is the fact that I have suicides on both sides of the family, and I myself have been diagnosed with ADHD.
It’s something I have been increasingly open about, and something the producers focused on while I was a contestant for “The Apprentice.” …
Epicurus is the premier philosopher of pleasure. Unlike his contemporaries in Athens, who were obsessed with esoteric concepts like the meaning of life or the nature of wisdom, Epicurus was concerned with a humbler but no less noble pursuit: that of understanding human happiness.
He concluded that a simple, low-key life with few wants and several good friends is ideal for happiness, and at the age of 35 bought a compound outside Athens, esconding himself there for the rest of his life. His critics called it a den of inequity and hedonism, but his followers called it simply “The Garden.”
Epicurus, the premier philosopher of pleasure, thought that the key to human happiness lies in not only living a simple life but a low key one. He named this concept Lathe Bioasas — literally meaning “live in obscurity”, and spent his life preaching against the seeking of fame, political positions and power.
This thought flies against the common sensibilities of the 21st century. In the glitzy age of Instagram influencers, millionaire YouTubers and reality-TV megastars, the idea that a happy life is one that is led far from fame and influence may be a hard pill to swallow. …
Quintus Fabius Maximus Verrucosus (we’ll call him Fabius from now) was a Roman statesman and general in the third century BC, a troubling period in Roman history. Rome was besieged by a great and terrible enemy; Hannibal of Carthage, a man widely regarded as one of the best military commanders of all time.
Hannibal repeatedly defeated the Roman forces in battle and even came close to threatening the city of Rome itself. Panicking, the Senate put our man Fabius in charge of quelling the threat of Hannibal.
So here it is, the story I’ve been dying to write for the longest time, and the big announcement I hinted at the end of my last article. I’m a contestant on “The Apprentice: ONE Championship Edition.”
Here’s the official poster:
Man, training Muay Thai in the Land of Smiles is no joke.
And this is coming from somebody who has 9 years of martial arts experience and 4 MMA fights. The heat is the first thing that gets you. I’m lucky because I’m conditioned to the weather, having lived most of my life in sweltering Singapore, but I’ve seen in-shape Westerners get wiped out not from the harsh training, but from the unforgiving tropical sun.
The demanding Thai trainers are another factor. If you go to an old-fashioned Thai kickboxing gym, the trainers there don’t give a rats-ass if you’re…