I thought that complaining was the sign of a sensitive, courageous, forthright man who has no qualms in stating his facts, his likes and dislikes. If all of that was going to turn into a fighting organism, I stood to lose more than I could afford. These were my inner thoughts. And yet, I coveted the direction, the peace, the efficiency of the warrior.
One of the great aids that the shamans of ancient Mexico employed in establishing the concept of the warrior was the idea of our acts. Don Juan said that once that premise is accepted, in whatever mild form, a bridge is formed which extends across the gap between our world of daily affairs, and something that is in front of us, but has no name; something that is lost in a fog, and doesn't seem to exist; something so terribly unclear that it cannot be used as a point of reference, and yet, it is there, undeniably present.
Don Juan claimed that the only being on earth capable of crossing over that bridge was the warrior; silent in his struggle, undetainable because he has nothing to lose, functional and efficacious because he has everything to gain.
Commentary on A Separate Reality
THE WHEEL OF TIME
Carlos Castaneda