The spell to fly

Pick a side! A genuine side, one that elicits a deep satisfaction and inner peace. A serine place where the only way is up. Does it exist?

Week long, preparing for the weekend, preparing for the fat lady to sing. The sound of her voice all too familiar, singing in your favour is your ultimate desire. With gear in place, the task is at hand, no turning back now. It’s here; it’s now! Cheers both pro n anti fill the air she starts to sing the target in mind but have we all turned the page? The page with the script, the script resulting from a firm conviction; a belief that is the embodiment of sacrifice.

Left to right the script shapes the chase; the chase for the gadget the one thing they channel their energies toward and without which there is emptiness. Nothing is a definite science. The situation and the mind will at their convergence dictate the result. There’s no drilling decision making. The fundamentals and the years with a sprinkle of mental serenity and seasoned ingenuity determine all outcomes. Go on and yell, go on and curse, pile a little more pressure to the volatile mix. Remember the fat lady? She is on the prowl; go on and help her slaughter the soldier and devour the army.

The true test is in the mentor remaining cool, calm and collected. The prodigy has been schooled and knows a thong from a boxer but even more, a knife from a blade. Calm your intestines lest they burst through the nearest exit. There will be sunshine, there will be rain but all culminate into lessons, improving on the years, upgrading the flesh to gladiator status. This is Sparta! The king is in the midst of his army, never on a pedestal. Into the fray, deeply saturated with fellow emotions; the journey is ours, each and every one of us! The weakest link not the individual but the army’s thoughts. Are they weak in the mind? Are they already defeated long before the royal rumble?

The king, the ultimate inspiration when all else seems vanity. To tenaciously stand tall, courageous and relentlessly optimistic that in fact his army has it; the drive, oomph, experience, focus towards the ultimate kick that sends jubilation across the arena and a shine on the mantel piece. The fat lady has sung her last on the day.

Put your hands up in the sky; this is the spell to fly!