Being a warrior that does violence is different than being a violent man; a warrior has empathy.
All throughout history societies have looked to men who were willing to do violence and written their stories down. Warriors have developed new and unique ways of fighting which we call art forms. Entire cultures centered around their warriors: the Spartans, the Huns, the Samurai, the Maori, the Vikings, the Knights Templar, the list goes on. In all ages, all regions, warriors have found their place among their fellow man.
I’ve come to believe that being a warrior comes as a predisposition, much like extroversion, You can train someone to be a soldier and do soldierly things, but only a few are actual warriors.
The warrior doesn’t fear death although he doesn’t yearn for it. If it comes, so be it, but better it be the enemy.
The warrior can measure his violence, but ask him and he cannot identify the maximum amount of violence of which he is capable.
When doing violence, the warrior is concerned only with eliminating the threat. He will not think about home or take the time to be afraid or sad. He is singularly focused and as the threat increases, his self preservation instinct decreases. If eliminating the threat requires his life then he will give it, if eliminating the threat requires he expose himself, then he will do it.
A warrior loves to do battle, but not against the weak, that is an act of a coward.
Finding someone predisposed to being a warrior is difficult, some even think they are until the threat presents itself and they come face to face with death.
Once a man discovers he is a warrior, once he has seen the world and the evil in it for what it really is, it is impossible to turn that off. Every situation, every environment, every moment he is analyzing threats, developing courses of action, and identifying weapons for his use. Always.
When I was just a boy, my family went to Madrid, Spain for a new years celebration. There were large crowds and I could tell my father was uncomfortable as he held my hand. Most of the group we were with were happily enjoying their time when a man dropped his keys in between my father’s legs. The man fell to his knees and started to feel around. Dad’s hand squeezed mine tighter as he began to back up. The drunk stood up, showed us his keys, and began to walk off when in an instant my father released my hand, grabbed the dude and slammed him violently against a nearby wall. As he bounced off the wall, my father grabbed him by the neck and slammed him a second time yelling, “Where is my fucking wallet?” The wallet flew out of the nearby crowd and landed at my father’s feet.
I remember distinctly the look of fear in the “drunk’s” eyes. He was taller than my dad, but he wasn’t a warrior, and when he met the ferocity of one, fear penetrated his core. All night they had been pulling this scam, but only the warrior who is always thinking of potential threats identified it.
Realizing that you are a warrior is a paradigm shift. You will never look at the world the same way again, and the overwhelming majority of the population doesn’t understand or see what you see. Their prescription for your “problem” will always fail because they are trying to get you to see the world the way they do. You are not them, you are different, accept that.
This does not give you carte blanche to act out, It takes more power and courage to show restraint than it does to be violent. Do not ignore what you feel and see, take control over it. Don’t be too proud to seek help.
The only way to live in this world as a warrior is to be stronger than your urges, more powerful than your emotions, exert control over yourself, like a fucking warrior does. Any weak minded fool can be loud and angry.
