Fire and Ice – Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Do you find it difficult to find compassion for your mother diagnosed with cancer? For a friend whose house was burgled? Colleague who lost his child? I’m guessing no.
How about the drug addict who broke into your neighbour’s house, the drunk driver who smashed your car or the stray dog who bit your boyfriend? What about that smelly homeless man that sleeps on the bench in front of library and picks up cigarette butts or the group of boys that leave them behind?
I think to have compassion requires willingness to understand one’s feelings, life situation, background but also to learn not to judge too quickly or too harshly.
Growth in wisdom can be measured precisely by decline in bile.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Saturday 1st August 2015
On this day, it will be the real deal. Sort of. Tandem jump. You don’t really think I’ll jump out of the plane on my own, do you? Are you crazy?
btw – the indoor skydive, it’s fun.
I’ve discovered ‘schedule your post’ button. I love and hate it at the same time. I love that I can sit and prep and schedule posts to be published for when I know I will not be able to blog. But I hate that I don’t have the immediate connection with you lovely folks who actually read it.
I will work on my schedule and try to find a middle way. That is a promise.
National Condom Day and Valentine’s Day are on the same day.
My girlfriend awoke to find herself possessed by an evil spirit. The first thing I did was call an exorcist. He couldn’t make it until the evening, so we waited. She threw things at me, cursed my name, kept trying to strangle me, and wouldn’t let me kiss her. Really she was the same as ever, but at least she was no longer hellbent on bankrupting me and making me look inadequate in front of everyone. I started to prefer her this way. When the exorcist finally arrived, I sent him away. I told him it had been a false alarm.
From Anthology and a hundred other stories
I am many things – passionate, excited about new opportunities, I have mildly addictive personality and I love to face new challenges. I embrace these traits, and I very often get lost in them. I also have rather short span of attention and where my passion raises to heavens at faster-than-light speed, it crashes even faster back to the ground. One thing I am definitely not is being consistent.
I have been very tightly embracing my inner athlete past few months. I am not letting go of her just yet. I have run over 500 km, conquered 100km path along the Grand Union canal and I have now mentally recovered from running a marathon. This of course only means, that I am ready to train for the next one (London 2015).
So. As I feel quite bad about neglecting my blog (again) I think I have hopefully found a middle ground where I can share both my passions – writing and running. I will try not to make my blog yet ‘another running blog’ but truly merge and express all my feelings, experiences, ideas etc.
And that’s all there is to it.