it was many years ago

it was many years ago

What is genuine fighting itself?

What is genuine fighting itself? Not real but genuine... The question appeared in my mind time from time. I asked the question myself time from time... So I try to answer and I share with you my point of view. First of all what is the real fighting? What is fighting itself? My unswer is the real fighting does not exits. So many real people so many real fighting's... so many way's of them. Or,as they said, the Do of fighting. There is no the fighting in the world. Fighting came to our world from Shiva. Who is him? Transfomation! So with every step he is new. A new one. And with every second to the world appears to be a new Shiva and a new Fighting. Shiva is destruction himself. You can not transfom anyting if you do not dectoy! You can not transfom if you are not transfomed itself and are not destroyed. Shive dies and appears every second. And if you do the some you Shiva yourself. If you are not in the consept of the Past but in the Present you become to be not only real but genuine - what is more impotant. To die and to be born - to give the birth to yourself at least is the genuine fighting. No matter what are you involved in the moment. What you practice. When you practice you existence you are on the way of genuine fighting. And the moment you are alive ... alive and kicking :-). The moment you are become to genuine. I practiced fighting from my teenager time.
I was flexy and very look like the fighting from the books and by  or of Indian's guras. They called my ballerina trying to hurt my feelings. But now I see... Yeah. Shiva is balerina. They tried to hurt my feelings but they had put ointment and myrr on my head. But I was born not in India. I had to do my sirvice duty. I was short of time for fighting exercices but not for youga. Life brought me new experiance. I dissapeared first time in the Army and I appered first time in the army. The practice of existence. The practice of destruction had been begun... You know I've spent plenty of time staring at the candle. But nothing went on. I felt it was not medidatation at all. But one day ... It was after the Army time... Sitting not in lotos. Only sitting I felt... I felt that I understood. It was medidatation... It was satory... No matter how to name it. But the only thing I know for shure the moment I was destructed ... I was transformed. The moment I was the part of the world. The world of destruction and transformation. The time I was a Shiva... A Shiva and the Shiva. I am not in doubt about it. It was so real! It was so genuine! No. It was real. It was genuine... It was genuine fighting. No matter what I did from the time I enjoied the moment of destruction and transformation. The moments of genuine existence...