Oxygen. I love oxygen, life would be downright unlivable without oxygen. I loves me some oxygen.
Seriously, In my life I feel that the meaning of life and the thing that makes life livable is appreciation. Appreciation of the world around me, the food I eat, the people that love me, and even my precious oxygen.
Back when I was digging holes for a living, out in the hot sun. I would stop and wipe my face and breathe in deep and look around and fall into great appreciation of that white sky and the buzzing of the insects and that hot heavy air. How much I appreciated being there and getting to witness all of it. Eating my food slowly and sucking the flavor out of the food smashed between my tongue and palate, it's a wonderful thing. Kissing someone that loves me and smelling their face and hair. Appreciation of all things.
Everything is dying. Entropy swallows all things, and will continue to do so until there's nothing left. The only thing one can aim for in a situation where eventual annihilation is the only possible result is to achieve the maximum possible before the end.
"Do you wrestle with your son? If not start wrestling with him, get him one of the small boxing bags and gloves and teach him to properly strike with his fists (most kids want to bend their wrists or hit with the side of their hand). …"
"I always said that legs are generally much stronger than arms and if his arms are busy 'ripping clothes off' then kick him in the nuts with the heel of your foot as hard as you can (nut crusher). He'll stop pretty damn quick…"
Being Dutch, I've had some more time to gain experience on these guys. Here's my view.
Suit Supply is a company that markets itself on the younger (or otherwise inexperienced) suit-wearer by providing good quality (in both…"
"Basically Krav Maga or SpecFor. Use anything you can as a weapon, keep moving, keep striking, take the guy down fast and hurt him... a lot, until he is combat ineffective rinse and repeat until done. Grace means nothing, style means…"
"My completely haphazard observations lead me to believe that, either because of incomplete brain development or lacking motor skill refinement, kids are naturally inclined to wrestle more than hit. When they do hit, it seems awkward."