Wednesday, October 29, 2014

12/??/2001 - 10/13/2014
12/04/1937 - 11/21/2012
01/04/2002 - 05/05/2009
12/22/1932 - 02/05/1999

I whisper "I'll miss you" to myself.  It's not an overt missing, not an active moment that comes each day when you remember and reflect on the missing.

It's a piece of your soul that is gone. 

It's a part of you that is forever changed for ever having had them in your life.

I miss them.


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

The miracle of the Olympics

Saturday, February 8, 2014

The miracle of the Olympics is watching thousands of people across hundreds of sports, all bursting with hope, trying to achieve an impressive goal they've been working toward for years (if not their entire life).  

It is the most hope-filled, universal world event.  What else allows you to witness something like that?  Nothing  of any comparable scale that I can think of.

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