[MUSIC PLAYING]
NARRATOR: Sometimes,
in a stolen moment
of stillness, a breath of
escape from the chaos of life,
I find a space.
A place to hit pause.
Contemplate, reflect, and dream.
Where am I going?
And how do I get there?
In these moments,
I realize it's not
the destination
that is important,
or even the route I take,
but the journey itself.
Journeys present challenges,
physical and mental.
My strength is tested
in both body and mind.
Physically, I am prepared.
Fear must be conquered.
Doubt erased with
focus locked in.
I don't buy into a
journey of self-discovery.
You don't find out who
you are, because you
are who you want to be.
It's about choice.
Choices we make determine
the life we lead.
With my body and mind,
I have all the tools
I could ever require.
To not use what
I have been given
would be the biggest
tragedy of all.
My surroundings
are my inspiration.
My body is the tool for my art.
Movement of my [INAUDIBLE].
Everyone has a story to tell.
I illustrate mine with shifts
in position, posture, and speed.
My actions describe my feelings.
My mood dictates the style,
the orientation, and finesse.
Within my movement, there
is purpose, not confined
by physical constraints
like walls or stairwells.
I place obstacles in my
way, and I will simply
adapt and overcome them.
And so this is how I
choose to express myself.
Leaping from concrete to rail,
no wall is too high to climb.
With every fiber
of my being poised,
my muscles detonate
through every movement.
No half measures,
and no holding back.
For every action, there is an
equal and opposite reaction.
Acceleration into launch.
Taking flight.
Pounding brick and stone.
Core bracing, impacting to land.
Once more, solid
ground consuming
every quantum of energy I have.
With a deep breath,
I find my senses.
And once again,
time stands still.
From rooftop to rooftop,
I'm on top of the world.
The adrenaline-fueled
elation resurges within.
It's addictive.
It's what keeps me
hooked, keeps me training,
and keeps me constantly striving
towards greater heights.
Once again, I find myself
in territory familiar,
yet subtle differences
alert my receptors,
momentarily casting doubt
on the rounds of fear.
The jumps may alter
in appearance,
but beyond the
surface, they are just
as low as I have faced
and conquered before.
My lines are carefully learned.
In my head, I've
blocked my moves
in preparation for this war.
Fail to prepare.
Prepare to fail.
Foundations must be
solid and grounded feet.
My objective?
To be strong.
To be useful.
To be free.
And to be the best I can be.
I aspire to achieve.
I dream to feel wholly alive.
And my actions show
those who doubt
I have the means to follow the
path of happiness and success.
With my mind and physique
aligned, my lens of perception
cleansed, there is no wall
too high and no gap too vast.
The world is mine.
