Kristian MichailIt's 2015. I'm 22. I leave an underground cave club in the hills of Cuba. Stumbling home. No idea where I am going. Walking the back streets completely unknowing. Struggling to find my place. Completely lost. Getting shit-faced comes at a cost. I hear a bark. That's no normal sound. A part of me is too scared to turn around. Five rottweilers, no leashes in sight. All drooling rabidly with a big appetite. Life or death. I had no choice. I started barking back at them and projecting my voice.
I stamp up and down. My back is against the wall. Letting these fuckers know I was ready to brawl. The louder I scream, the more I smother. One backs down, then another. I crack their circle. I get out alive. Doing what I got to do to survive. We underestimate our powers in moments of need. Deep down we are animals in a world where predators feed. Throw us in the wild. Throw us in the jungle. Look forward to the chaos and be ready to rumble. What you learn on the street cannot be taught in schools. Out in the real world, there are different sets of rules.
Embrace your monster. Connect to your beast. The ancient part of your nature needs to be released. Try to avoid it. You put yourself in danger. Beware of handing over your powers to the likes of strangers. Be ready to dance. Be ready to fight. The master welcomes the challenge like a well-trained knight. Facing death is profound beyond belief. Spending your life running will bring you no relief. Channel the rage. Enjoy the drive. Expressing your animal is one of the best ways to know you are alive.
With love, Kristian Michail.