"Don't fight with what you experience."
The riverside that I had never given the opportunity before, reflected blue by the yellow town lights of the distance. I stopped to gaze at the path ahead of me, straight and endless, but that I knew eventually would lead to the hazy city lights. In front of me was a large puddle that reflected depth unknown and blocked my passage. Beside it were two alternative paths; one muddy and tread, and the other dry and filled with imprints. It occured to me that it isn't that crossing the three meter wide puddle was necessarily the least taken path, as my eyes and logic would suggest, but that it's the least possible because whoever walks straight across...leaves no traces of it. And although I knew that all I had to do was sacrifice a little trouble to overcome what looked like a big obstacle; I didn't have the will to do it. I turned around and walked back, carefully avoiding stepping in my own footprints as I retreated. That was the second "dead end" this morning.
I remember when we first moved here, there was a guy who would do sprint training by the fields in the summer. Today, I wanted to be that guy. In elementary I was fast, but I had poor balance, so sometimes I'd feel like tipping over and thereby lose speed near the end. I never liked physical education, so it's hard to say when I began to dislike running, but it's always a thrill to feel, see and hear the wind as I build speed. Now I wonder, is it too late to learn how to hold on to the thrill? If I continue to practice now, will I be as fast as I used to think I was?
I like to do things alone, because then I am my only judge. When in company, it isn't enough to suppress my self-consciousness and sensitivity towards the reactions of others, because before long I know I will compare myself with other people. It's taboo in my family to compare yourself with someone less than you. It's frustrating to compare yourself with someone who's better than you. The problem with doing things alone is that I'm too easily satisfied.
I hate jogging. It's too constant and routine bores me. I like the element air, because what would happen if the wind only blew in one direction? All the trees would lean to one side! In fact, I think they'd eventually be pushed over. Therefore, the wind has to be capricious. It has to change directions from time to time and uphold a certain balance in nature. Being changeable isn't a bad thing, so stop indicating that it is.
A funny thing was said today, I laughed at my sister for not copying down vocabulary words for a French test when she had the chance and mom told me it's because she's not sneaky and looking for ways to get around a problem--Sneaky...? Me...?! I don't know how to be sneaky; I don't have the guts or confidence for it...But the more I think about this, the more I think that one day I _will_ have what it takes. One day I will no longer hold back.
I remember when we first moved here, there was a guy who would do sprint training by the fields in the summer. Today, I wanted to be that guy. In elementary I was fast, but I had poor balance, so sometimes I'd feel like tipping over and thereby lose speed near the end. I never liked physical education, so it's hard to say when I began to dislike running, but it's always a thrill to feel, see and hear the wind as I build speed. Now I wonder, is it too late to learn how to hold on to the thrill? If I continue to practice now, will I be as fast as I used to think I was?
I like to do things alone, because then I am my only judge. When in company, it isn't enough to suppress my self-consciousness and sensitivity towards the reactions of others, because before long I know I will compare myself with other people. It's taboo in my family to compare yourself with someone less than you. It's frustrating to compare yourself with someone who's better than you. The problem with doing things alone is that I'm too easily satisfied.
I hate jogging. It's too constant and routine bores me. I like the element air, because what would happen if the wind only blew in one direction? All the trees would lean to one side! In fact, I think they'd eventually be pushed over. Therefore, the wind has to be capricious. It has to change directions from time to time and uphold a certain balance in nature. Being changeable isn't a bad thing, so stop indicating that it is.
A funny thing was said today, I laughed at my sister for not copying down vocabulary words for a French test when she had the chance and mom told me it's because she's not sneaky and looking for ways to get around a problem--Sneaky...? Me...?! I don't know how to be sneaky; I don't have the guts or confidence for it...But the more I think about this, the more I think that one day I _will_ have what it takes. One day I will no longer hold back.