Damn the torpedoes full speed ahead, the war cry of the submariner in us all. If you’re a fan of the “Tick” your battle cry is, “Spoon!” Whatever you choose to scream do it with the fervency of life, do it with gusto.
To many times people loose their gust in mid drift. As the snow builds up they crawl into a cave and like bears, hibernate until the snow is gone. No war cry for the sleepers.
The young have no battle cry; they have a battle squeak, mice that try to roar like lions only to loose their voice in mid roar. As mice they do end up squeaking at elephants whom in turn end up stepping on them in fits of frustration and futile fear. This keeps the population down. There are to many mice anyways.
Develop a war cry, practice it; give it your all and penetrate the aether with a valiant voice that can be heard for miles and felt even further. At times it’s not the volume that gets the attention of the listener or observer, but the action that is produced from the cry for battle.
I recently saw an old movie with Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd called, “Switching Places.” The plot had to do with a Wall Street mogul being forced to switch places with a flimflam man. It turns out that they were both genius’ at doing what they do and developed a war cry that was heard all over Wall Street. Not because of the volume of the cry, but the action that it caused. Our two heroes became extremely wealthy because of their battle cry, “Sell, Sell, Sell!”
A battle cry is your signature, your voice that is heard above all other voices; the more potent your cry the more likely that it will have positive results. Be positive and reunite your voice with your action, become the lion.