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morslaThere are few things as strange as discovering your own philosophies expressed in other people's words.
all depends actually on the way which the obstacle is taken.
an obstacle in normal circumstances prevents us from going further, it paralyses.
in parkour however, everything is viewed as an obstacle that can be used to create movement
When I was in primary school, I never learned how to cartwheel or handstand - the thought of flipping upside down stopped me, as I've spent a long time learning how to keep my feet beneath me. I liked to climb, though - there was a three-tiered platform in the local playground, taller than a house. I rarely used the ladders or stairs, but I didn't climb it to find new ways up. I climbed it because I liked running as fast as I could before jumping down... sailing out into space, landing softly, and running on to the next obstacle.
Sometimes, I lose perspective. Life gets me down, problems loom in the way, and I'm frozen in my tracks.
Eventually I see things for what they are, adapt, and go around them. If not for the forced changes in direction, I might have run straight through life without ever seeing the scenery.
perhaps there is another way to move forward, a way which hasn't been explored yet?
all depends actually on the way which the obstacle is taken.
an obstacle in normal circumstances prevents us from going further, it paralyses.
in parkour however, everything is viewed as an obstacle that can be used to create movement
When I was in primary school, I never learned how to cartwheel or handstand - the thought of flipping upside down stopped me, as I've spent a long time learning how to keep my feet beneath me. I liked to climb, though - there was a three-tiered platform in the local playground, taller than a house. I rarely used the ladders or stairs, but I didn't climb it to find new ways up. I climbed it because I liked running as fast as I could before jumping down... sailing out into space, landing softly, and running on to the next obstacle.
Sometimes, I lose perspective. Life gets me down, problems loom in the way, and I'm frozen in my tracks.
Eventually I see things for what they are, adapt, and go around them. If not for the forced changes in direction, I might have run straight through life without ever seeing the scenery.
perhaps there is another way to move forward, a way which hasn't been explored yet?
