“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river, and he’s not the same man.” Or so Heraclitus said.
Have you ever tried to replicate a day? How’d it go?
I have mixed feelings about the ever-changing likeness of our lives. Mostly I lean toward loving it. How exciting to know and be at peace with the way of the moving world, circulating opportunities to evolve and mix it up, to be able to jump and start over when we want, to do what’s necessary to live and outgrow things.
But there are times when this idea is actually terrifying and taxis with it legitimate pain and confusion. We lose loved ones. We discover we aren’t who we once were, or something happens that takes away everything we thought we were, for better or worse. We outgrow places and realize we lost love for things that used to provide an abundance of joy.
Like I said tho, I mostly feel good about the ever-changing likeness of life. Because most changes are subtle and free from drama and pain. They’re so slight we don’t even notice until there’s more of a substantial impact or outcome. Because in the context of everyday life, barring major situations, patterns determine the direction for how we change. We build relationships, learn new things, fall in love, grow stronger…
We become who we are choice by choice. In training, rep by rep. We build consistency, strength, patterns or pitfalls that all lead to some future us. We build, in one direction or the other.
At our best we train in ways that replicate how we intend to share our love, our work, our values and ourselves in life.
So goes training, so goes life. Same name, constantly changing self.
But IDK, these are just some things I was thinking about while doing many, many, rope climbs the other day.
Much love my friends 
