Life is 80% intent
I went to my old haunt Solas again this past weekend. It was for a buddy’s 30th birthday party.
Funny thing was I that I remember turning 30 there also. I think. I don’t have any pics but that pic above is from another buddy’s birthday 19 years ago. Been going there a really long time.
Now, on the way there, my buddy asked to see me do some pickup.
Him: I’ll pay you $5 for each girl you pick up.
Me: (shaking head) It doesn’t work like that.
This knife fighter named William Fairbairn once said that fighting is 80% intent and 20% skill.
Now, I’d go further than that: I submit that most things are 80% intent and 20% skill.
The Gymgirl beats me about 40% of the time in the the gym when we fight, despite my outweighing her by a solid 35 pounds.
The main difference between us is intent: She hates to lose while I don’t need to win – I just wanna get in a workout and go home with all my parts intact.
Getting back to the other night, the reason I can’t just turn on pickup is that the intent isn’t there; the intent would be to show off, not to meet someone.
Don’t think people really understand how important intent is in shaping our individual worlds and the world around us.
If you look up from your computer/phone right now and look around; everything you see that isn’t biological was built by intent. Someone dreamed up whatever you’re looking at and made it into the world. Shoes, computers, desks, everything.
That’s what intent does; it makes things happen and the greater the intent, the greater the result. The only reason I was any good at pickup at all was because of the level of my intent.
After all, Man is made by his belief.
Without it, I’m just like anyone else. It was the intent that made me so good. I wanted to meet someone when I was out-and-about.
On a somewhat related note, I realized that the last time I was at that bar, I got to know the Gymgirl there almost exactly a year ago.
My intentions as to my fate at the time were pretty dark, but I remember that they weren’t quite as much with her.
An old buddy called me for the first time in months.
Rain: Hey, what’s going on with you and Gymgirl?
Me: I dunno. She doesn’t know either. At least we’re on the same page.