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Maybe I'm lacking it, not them...
I just think you need to taste defeat to know what victory means.
To know that maybe, it's not about winning but competing.
Maybe, I should just hope they succeed because who am I to know what they paid in?
Sacrifice, blood, sweat, tears, agony.
Don't guess what I'm talking about because I'm being ljslfjmeaniefacesdlkfjsdkfljsd right now.
not good not good not good
Imma ESPLODE.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
FURY
There I was, standing behind the metal bleachers on a football field in Pheonix. A large purple storage shed was inbetween these bleachers and I. The twilight sun was setting and I was doing my normal post 3200m death routine - sneezing my brain out and convulsing for air.
This irritating shed thing was holding me up. Mostly, I get irritated at everything after I run and then what was written on it kept grating at me: PAY THE PRICE.
I was irritated because I don't like quotes on things. I like it in your brain but I don't like quotes painted on things. I blame my coach for this weird pet peeve that recently developed.
Inbetween my sneezes, I would read it over and over again and get more and more irritated. A bystander may have thought I was a crazy muffin.
I was irritated because I didn't understand.
I do now.
You have priorities in life and there is only so many things one person can do. Sure, you can push the envelope but then something else has to give as you put all your resources into one thing. I guess it is kind of like the concept of economics in that respect.
That stupid purple metal box hours away from home may have been painted to mean to try harder in practice.
Something along those lines.
I choose to take it literally.
When I run, I give up carbs.
When I do homework, I give up friends.
When I do marching band, I give up everything else.
Ect ect. and one isn't nessacarily better than the other.
You just pay in fiat money I suppose.
and what the heck do I want to spend the most on these days?
I want to curl up in a ball and sleep.
But I can only sleep if my grades are good.
FURY.
This is me being dumb.
This irritating shed thing was holding me up. Mostly, I get irritated at everything after I run and then what was written on it kept grating at me: PAY THE PRICE.
I was irritated because I don't like quotes on things. I like it in your brain but I don't like quotes painted on things. I blame my coach for this weird pet peeve that recently developed.
Inbetween my sneezes, I would read it over and over again and get more and more irritated. A bystander may have thought I was a crazy muffin.
I was irritated because I didn't understand.
I do now.
You have priorities in life and there is only so many things one person can do. Sure, you can push the envelope but then something else has to give as you put all your resources into one thing. I guess it is kind of like the concept of economics in that respect.
That stupid purple metal box hours away from home may have been painted to mean to try harder in practice.
Something along those lines.
I choose to take it literally.
When I run, I give up carbs.
When I do homework, I give up friends.
When I do marching band, I give up everything else.
Ect ect. and one isn't nessacarily better than the other.
You just pay in fiat money I suppose.
and what the heck do I want to spend the most on these days?
I want to curl up in a ball and sleep.
But I can only sleep if my grades are good.
FURY.
This is me being dumb.
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