Evolution

What the Handstand Teaches us About our Infinite Potential

What the Handstand Teaches us About our Infinite Potential

A little less than five years ago, I was afraid to go upside down against a wall.

Then, I met Ido Portal who showed me some foundational elements for working on the handstand.

Obsessively, I worked against a wall for two months before I even started trying to handstand without the wall.

Within six months, I held my first 60-second freestanding handstand. It was ugly, my line wasn't good, and I was shaking, but I got it.

I continued to obsess over the handstand for a total of 18 months: at least one hour per day, every single day, on top of any other movement training and the rest of my life . . .

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Speciesism, Evolution & Cruelty to Plants

Speciesism, Evolution & Cruelty to Plants

Recently, I heard the term speciesism used for the first time. For those who aren’t familiar, speciesism is mostly used by animal rights advocates, who argue that speciesism is a prejudice similar to racism or sexism, in that the treatment of individuals is predicated on group membership and morally irrelevant physical differences. The argument is that species membership has no moral significance (Ryder Speciesism).

As an athlete who eats a lot of meat, I struggle to reconcile my lifestyle with the ethics of treating animals poorly. On one hand, I’m confident that my nutritional protocol helps me feel and perform better, but on the other, I’m not sure I should end other beings’ existence for my supposed betterment. I’m mindful of the animals I consume: I buy organically raised and humanely treated bison, cow, elk, lamb and chickens from farmers I know and trust; I use virtually every part of the animal including organs, tail and bones; and I treat every meal as though its sacred, taking the time to sit without distraction and appreciate each bite. However, I’m cognizant of the counter argument that a slave owner treating slaves with respect does not neglect the fact that said slave owner enslaves people. I might eat happy animals, but I’m still responsible for their death. . .

Consider that everything you know might be wrong

Consider that everything you know might be wrong

Consider that everything you think you know might be wrong.

We used to know that the Earth was flat. We used to know that the Earth was the centre of the universe. We used to think that humans were separate from the other animals.

We used to know that human flight was impossible. We used to know that running a mile in under four minutes could not be done. We used to know that communicating face-to-face in real time with a person on the other side of the planet was out of the question.

All of these conclusions were arrived at by intelligent and reasonable people. But, the problem with reason is that it operates within a paradigm; and while paradigms try to articulate reality, they are independent from it. . .

Disappearing Flowers

Disappearing Flowers

The girl who I had been noticing all week at the hotel had, by some divine miracle, decided to attend this bash as well. I sipped my shitty American beer, trying to possess an air of nonchalance, but her caramilky skin, wavy long brown hair, and the flowery orange dress she wore made me forget what cool was. She sat down on the off-white cushion next to mine and we started talking. I had originally thought she must have been in her mid-twenties, but was somewhat relieved (at least now I could relate) and somewhat disappointed (every heterosexual teenage guy lusts for older women) to learn that she too crawled from the womb in 1987. Her voice came to life when I told her I was turning eighteen in just over an hour. . .

The Evolution of Relationship

The Evolution of Relationship

Dark. Purple Night. I stood on an empty street corner beneath a lonely, cheerful street lamp. A bottle in my hand, a freshly fallen snowflake on my head. I looked up to see the winter precipitation spawning toward me; there were no pink roses.

Without moving my feet I began floating down the street. I felt like infinity trapped within an anecdote. I felt as though a bear in a birdcage must have felt, but with the glimmering ray of hope that the door would soon burst open. Dry cereal had taken control of my thoughts; however, the beer promptly washed that away. . .