(I wrote this several years ago. Posting it here to keep it
with my other posts. Sometimes, I still feel like this)
I must confess, I am struggling and have been struggling for
a little while. I’ve been writing like a fiend to mask my inner turmoil, but
that turmoil seems to be clamoring more and more for my attention.
I don’t need to talk about why I am struggling. I know
everyone here has some issue that they are dealing with. I am certainly not
unique in that respect. But, as I tell friends who are having troubles and feel
guilty because there are other people who have worse troubles, we can only deal
with our own shit. And make no mistake, our shit is very real, no matter how
much worse someone else has it.
So… I’m struggling and I take my sister to an exhibit and
special 35th Anniversary screening of the Bruce Lee movie “Enter the Dragon.”
It’s an amazing night, peopled by Bruce Lee fans from all walks of life.
Martial artists, collectors, former co-stars, his widow and daughter (who spoke
so eloquently about Bruce as a man, a philosopher, an actor and a legend).
Watching the movie on the big screen for the first time was pretty cool.
Watching my sister take in the sights, meet the legendary Taky Kimura and
relive the film on the big screen, was even more rewarding.
When we got home, I took several items that I wanted to keep
out of my goodie bag and gave the rest to Kim to give her son Cody. Then I came
in, chatted with my friend Tiara for a bit and went to bed feeling guilty that
I made Tiara feel bad because I was feeling so down and she could not help me.
Tiara is very caring and feels others’ pain very deeply. I tried to put it down
to the fact that by that time (after midnight), I’d been up for 24 hours, with
only a 45 minute nap in that time frame.
I had a troubled sleep, despite a comfy new mattress and
woke feeling as gray as the sky outside. No energy. No interest in the Garden
Tour I signed up for with my best friend Pat. Not even coffee could perk me up.
To distract myself, I went through the items I had saved from my Bruce Lee
goodie bag. One thing caught my eye. It was a key chain with a little strap. I
took it out of the bag it was in and looked at it more closely. The words “WALK
ON” were etched into the side. Then, I noticed the bag also contained a slip of
paper with lots of writing on it. I took it out and saw that it was a story.
Here’s what it said:
"The years between the Green Hornet and the Hong Kong
films were often difficult for Bruce Lee. In Hollywood, he wasn’t getting
offered the roles he felt he deserved, he struggled to support his family and
he injured his back very seriously and was told that he would never be able to
participate in martial arts again. He turned to many self-help books during
this time for inspiration.
One day, he took hold of one of his own business cards and
wrote the phrase “Walk On” on the back. He bought a special stand for this card
and kept it on his desk as a constant reminder to keep moving forward. With
this as his mantra, Bruce Lee worked himself into the best shape of his life,
wrote volumes of notes on many subjects and ideas, and further developed and
named his art of Jeet Kune Do. The rest is history. When life gives you
obstacles, you must summon the courage and…
WALK ON!”
Now, I have to insert something here. Before I fell asleep,
I asked for a sign that my life was worth living, my work worth doing, my
writing worth continuing and sharing with the world. I woke up to find this
note. Now, I’m trying to figure out if this is the “sign” I asked for.
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