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Being Water Like Bruce Lee
Some stories, some memories, some figures are too firmly cemented in one's childhood to ever leave the scope of legendary. Resigning herself to waves of nostalgia, Red Dino recollects moments from her past that made a shoe spotting in a strange city feel like home.
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Growing up, martial arts movies were a rage in my household, thanks to my father's love for them. And as often happens, me and my sister inherited that love. Even though today I might find it difficult to come up with the names of the films we binged back then, the name Jackie Chan still evokes a sense of warmth. Nostalgia, you see, has me in its clutches.
But while Chan lived in our hearts, respect was a word reserved for another martial artist. Bruce f*cking Lee.
I don't remember watching many of his movies, maybe one, and then with YouTube, a couple of scenes here and there that my father would share. And though Jackie Chan CDs were a constant in my childhood home, Bruce Lee stories often accompanied any venture into the world of deadly strikes and kicks. His philosophy, his craft, his excellence, the stories about his kindness and grace, even rumours about his death, they were a tiny but memorable part of my growing-up days. And man were they legendary.
So imagine my surprise and joy, when 20 years later I stumble across a pair of sneakers with his famous face, striking pose, and iconic quote. Sadly, the shoe was many a size too big and quite out of budget. But thankfully, my phone was within reach.
Today, my memories of the movies I watched, the tales of Lee my father recalled from magazines decades old, and my own sense of wonderment are vague and a little hazy. But what remains is a feeling; ripe with discovery, connection, and excitement. And though I have the power of the search engine at my fingertips, I retire my mind to the feeling for once. Facts can be for another time.
Being water isn't easy, but I'm trying.
Our Website: https://likeridingafish.wixsite.com/my-site
Follow us on Instagram: @likeridingafish
Music Credits:
https://freemusicarchive.org
"Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso
License: CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode)
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Some stories, some memories, some figures are too firmly cemented in one's childhood to ever leave the scope of legendary. Resigning herself to waves of nostalgia, Red Dino recollects moments from her past that made a shoe spotting in a strange city feel like home.
Transcription:
Growing up, martial arts movies were a rage in my household, thanks to my father's love for them. And as often happens, me and my sister inherited that love. Even though today I might find it difficult to come up with the names of the films we binged back then, the name Jackie Chan still evokes a sense of warmth. Nostalgia, you see, has me in its clutches.
But while Chan lived in our hearts, respect was a word reserved for another martial artist. Bruce f*cking Lee.
I don't remember watching many of his movies, maybe one, and then with YouTube, a couple of scenes here and there that my father would share. And though Jackie Chan CDs were a constant in my childhood home, Bruce Lee stories often accompanied any venture into the world of deadly strikes and kicks. His philosophy, his craft, his excellence, the stories about his kindness and grace, even rumours about his death, they were a tiny but memorable part of my growing-up days. And man were they legendary.
So imagine my surprise and joy, when 20 years later I stumble across a pair of sneakers with his famous face, striking pose, and iconic quote. Sadly, the shoe was many a size too big and quite out of budget. But thankfully, my phone was within reach.
Today, my memories of the movies I watched, the tales of Lee my father recalled from magazines decades old, and my own sense of wonderment are vague and a little hazy. But what remains is a feeling; ripe with discovery, connection, and excitement. And though I have the power of the search engine at my fingertips, I retire my mind to the feeling for once. Facts can be for another time.
Being water isn't easy, but I'm trying.
Our Website: https://likeridingafish.wixsite.com/my-site
Follow us on Instagram: @likeridingafish
Music Credits:
https://freemusicarchive.org
"Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso
License: CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode)
Background sound from Pixabay