Sava is over. another ride. what a ride.
throughout the whole race, the issue of passion, the questions of why are you here, what do you fight for, keep coming up.
i din join db for anyone. i din know what it entailed. all i knew, was one the first day of training. i almost fainted due to the sheer exhaustion, the extreme strain. i was lying down face up to the sky and all was white. i thought i was going to die. but i din. i breathed. i got up. i smiled. everything cleared up. in many ways, i found life. i went through a valley of death, and thought i was near my demise. but i got up, alive and breathing. it may sound a little extreme. but this was what went through my head. biblically, it was resurrection. in a way, db gave me life. and i found a way of life in db.
training and competition. they have been almost synonymous, in the sense, that i simply give it my all. i do what it takes to do my all. i push and push. until i feel like dying. until i hyperventilate. until tears well in my eyes. until i only wanted to collapse. then i get up, i breathe deeper, i arise again.
its not about falling. its about getting back up from the fall. its not about giving up. its about coming back again to give it your all.
in db, i feel alive.
***
one of my friends told me once, that he converted, because he lost faith in people. and decided to put his faith in God instead.
indeed, at many times human beings are such capricious beings, such rigid creatures, such narrow minded self-interested beasts.
as such people have never been my own justification to stay or leave. friends are not my reason for being. they are not the reason i am here. they are not the reason why i fight. they are my reason for fighting HARDER. i am not defined by the people around me. though i am shaped by them. i am not what my friends make me to be. i am what i make me to be. however, importantly, my friends give me an added motivation. and some friends give me more motivation than others. i am proud of all of them.
and as such, i am proud of me. cos i put my faith, in me first and foremost, after God of course.
***
victory and defeat are cycles of the same patterns of life, both sides of the same coin. but still simply a coin in my piggy bank of coins. i never take them too lightly, cos its still money. i never take them too seriously, cos its just money.
i love my victories, i hate my defeats. and i need the both of them. both of them to give me ANOTHER reason to stay. to make me want to fight harder.
i love my friends, i love my enemies. and also, i need the both of them. both of them to give me MORE reason to fight. to make me want to learn more.
i hate falling, i love getting back up. and i need the both of them. both of them to make me learn and learn and learn. to make me stronger than yesterday.
and as such. in this way (and of course, this is only ONE way), i am living.
throughout the whole race, the issue of passion, the questions of why are you here, what do you fight for, keep coming up.
i din join db for anyone. i din know what it entailed. all i knew, was one the first day of training. i almost fainted due to the sheer exhaustion, the extreme strain. i was lying down face up to the sky and all was white. i thought i was going to die. but i din. i breathed. i got up. i smiled. everything cleared up. in many ways, i found life. i went through a valley of death, and thought i was near my demise. but i got up, alive and breathing. it may sound a little extreme. but this was what went through my head. biblically, it was resurrection. in a way, db gave me life. and i found a way of life in db.
training and competition. they have been almost synonymous, in the sense, that i simply give it my all. i do what it takes to do my all. i push and push. until i feel like dying. until i hyperventilate. until tears well in my eyes. until i only wanted to collapse. then i get up, i breathe deeper, i arise again.
its not about falling. its about getting back up from the fall. its not about giving up. its about coming back again to give it your all.
in db, i feel alive.
***
one of my friends told me once, that he converted, because he lost faith in people. and decided to put his faith in God instead.
indeed, at many times human beings are such capricious beings, such rigid creatures, such narrow minded self-interested beasts.
as such people have never been my own justification to stay or leave. friends are not my reason for being. they are not the reason i am here. they are not the reason why i fight. they are my reason for fighting HARDER. i am not defined by the people around me. though i am shaped by them. i am not what my friends make me to be. i am what i make me to be. however, importantly, my friends give me an added motivation. and some friends give me more motivation than others. i am proud of all of them.
and as such, i am proud of me. cos i put my faith, in me first and foremost, after God of course.
***
victory and defeat are cycles of the same patterns of life, both sides of the same coin. but still simply a coin in my piggy bank of coins. i never take them too lightly, cos its still money. i never take them too seriously, cos its just money.
i love my victories, i hate my defeats. and i need the both of them. both of them to give me ANOTHER reason to stay. to make me want to fight harder.
i love my friends, i love my enemies. and also, i need the both of them. both of them to give me MORE reason to fight. to make me want to learn more.
i hate falling, i love getting back up. and i need the both of them. both of them to make me learn and learn and learn. to make me stronger than yesterday.
and as such. in this way (and of course, this is only ONE way), i am living.