PERMANENT SATURDAY.

From the desk of Elijah “The Realist”
Subj: A life in the day of “The Realist“
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I was driving my motorbike to the gym recently and the thought hit me that every single day for me is a Saturday.

All I do is work hard and train hard, but my work isn’t hard and I enjoy doing it.

In fact, there is NOTHING else I enjoy more than working hard and training like a bodybuilder.

These are the 2 activities that light my fire and that is why I base my whole entire day around them.

Every day I train twice per day in the gym and every day I write one masterpiece for Frauds & Liars; (whether I publish it or not).

This schedule may seem very restrictive but it actually gives me ULTIMATE FREEDOM.

It doesn’t matter where I am in the world, in my mind I’m always relaxing on the islands, enjoying a beer and a swim (even though I don’t drink).

My regular every-day routine is SO damn satisfying that it feels like I’m on the beach at ALL times, even though I’m in the middle of a gigantic city.

Through work, I find peace. Through the pain of accomplishment, I find pleasure.

Through the stress of my daily routine, I find paradise.

The place makes no difference. If I’m in Ho Chi Minh City, I can easily be in Phu Quoc, Phuket, Langkawi, Bali, or Sihanoukville.

All I need is my brain and a gym.

Where there is a gym, there is a way. 

Where there is a WiFi connection, my WORK can be accomplished.

Coffee shops, restaurants, hotels, I don’t give a damn where I WORK from because it is all in the MIND.

When I WORK, my eyes are closed to the world.

If I’m at my kitchen table working I may as well be on Mars.

I’ll finish the day and need another shower like I just came home from a hard day at the coal mines.

I’ve been at home working on the computer but in my mind I was a thousand long miles away.

After my nightly shower I’ll open my eyes to what’s happening and be part of the world again, but NOT ever BEFORE all of the WORK is done.

The work comes FIRST…

The gym comes FIRST…

and EVERYTHING else is a very LONG distant second.

The food MATTERS too, of course…

I take a meal every 3 hours and WITHOUT it I wouldn’t have the energy for my two-a-day workouts (plus my nightly 35-65 minute walk) and my daily gospels.

Work, gym, food. Food, gym, work.

It doesn’t matter the order, it’s all EXACTLY the SAME damn thing to me.

Every day, for me, is Saturday and I don’t care one iota ABOUT tomorrow.

I take every single day… JUST… day by day.

I DON’T plan for tomorrow, and I DON’T ever plan ahead.

I do what I NEED to do for the day… and then I relax.

I have NO IDEA what I’ll be doing tomorrow, other than hitting the gym twice, eating 6 meals, and writing a letter to the apostles.

Beyond that, I have NO plans and absolutely ZERO cares.

Whatever comes tomorrow, comes. I’ll just deal with it then.

Today I MUST deal with life as it is.

I know you’re so stressed and you’re always worried about tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow but for me it is Permanent Saturday…

so that means tomorrow is Sunday…

So take a chill pill, relax, and let yourself do the work that you MUST get done today.

Again you’ll say… 

“But Elijah, what about tomorrow?!?!”

I’ll say…

But friend, what about today?

Today I MUST do my work, do my training, do my jogging, do my walking. 

At night, the young man called Sam usually joins me on my walks. His family works in the area doing construction, felling trees, clearing brush, running tractors.

They go where the work is, they build a house out of whatever they can find and they live in makeshift houses on the street. Lots of people like that here.

The young man walks with me because I guess he doesn’t have any friends his own age. What super cool young guy wants to be friends with a young man who doesn’t go to school or work, instead he wakes up at 6am to wash dishes and he sleeps out in the open air on a hammock.

Doesn’t seem a REAL bad deal to me.

He isn’t being bamboozled by the schools the way you’ve been bamboozled into thinking a STEM degree will give you FREEDOM instead of slavery.

The kids in school look sickly and miserable anyway.

Bao is always smiling and his hair is always shining, the school kids are always scowling and they have frizzy hair and very BIG thick ugly glasses.

The boy is happy and healthy, he just needs to eat a lot more food. He’s 24 but he looks like he’s 19.

So many white do-gooders would want to save him, pity him, pretend to sympathize with him and this and that.

I DON’T.

His life is HIS problem, my life is MY problem, and your life is YOUR problem.

You just gotta LEARN how to deal with it, sucker.

I just walk with the young man called Sam and we play a little Muay-Thai and shadow boxing. I’m a grown man but I’ll be damned if I don’t LOVE a little karate.

Then I go home, kick back, relax, and enjoy my Saturday night just like ANY other normal person who lives every single day like it’s Saturday.

Until next time.

Your man,

-Elijah “The Realist”