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You were born. You are different than the others. Maybe you still remember, when you went to the gym. For the first time. Everyone remembers their first time. It touched you. Something that you already had inside has been activated. A violent movie, pictures, persons, a moment when you first saw a brutally muscular man. Then your destiny was determined. Your previous life ended and your real existence started. The reason why you are alive. It is egal, where. You arrived at the gym and felt you were home. Like nowhere else in the world. Like never before in your life. You right knew what to do. And started. Days went by.

On and on, just as thick as raindrops. Those days stand behind you as an impenetrable wall. Slowly that became your past. Slowly this became your life. All that is inside you. Resting days, training days. Slowly everyone began to understand this. Just as when you first held the weights. You did what you had to do. Even when you were the only one who knew what to do. Even when you were the only one who saw the way, but you were not visible. But you saw yourself in a way no one else did. Night and day you felt the pull of the gym and you chose only that which helped you to become that your genes determined you to be. You didn’t stop. You never stopped. And got what you wanted. You became bigger and bigger and formed yourself. You got closer to yourself. Closer to the perfection. No external reasons drove you.

Not competitions, not prizes, these simply make you happy. Your heart drove you. The blood drove that flows through your veins like a flood. Your instinct drove you, your genetics, the brutal strength that is only yours. You got closer and closer to your internal goal, the plan that you followed. When you train, nothing else exists. There is no inside no outside. There are no limits. You have no limits. You become one with the iron. You do not have a method, you are the method yourself. Your method is brutality. You do not look for the way. You are int he forefront. Braveness and cowardice don’t exist in your vocabulary, only your goals exist and you won’t stop until you reach them. You do not think, you just act. You do not ask others opinion. There is only one thing: I did it. It was not enough for you that the others accepted you.

That they stood around you and wanted to train with you, took photos, invited you t odrink and eat with them, that they congratulated you. Inside your blood moved. Your genes screamed. You always knew why. You always knew that you are able to do more. You overcame your restrictions and stepped over the unsteppable. No challenge has been dreamed of that couldn’t be achieved by you. Only you know that no one else is needed. You do not have to balance, to think. You have done and you do it in each moment: what you have to do to be who you really are.

You do not look for detours. You build new roads. You are alone again just like in that first moment. You got to where no one else has ever been. Among the immortals.