Musings @ Mid-20s

It feels miserable when everyone’s ending this way. It feels like we’ve wasted each other’s lives for years. This place will be left with a heavy heart.

It’s 7. I have to move.

Reveals so much of a city. And I virtually get lost in it.

She came in like a breath of fresh cleanroom air.

Those transition lens on her were as if on my very eyes, it felt crystal clear to see her. She looked good in them, was an understatement.

Not in her usual shirts but checks and grays seem to compliment her like those awesome shirts do. Same awesomeness, but different. Or is it just me peering through rose-tinted glasses? Perhaps, both.

And awesomeness. Let me guess. Rings right to your ear, doesn’t it? (:

I am the greatest, I said that even before I knew I was.

At home I am a nice guy: but I don’t want the world to know. Humble people, I’ve found, don’t get very far.

The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses – behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.

Friendship… is not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.

A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.

Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.

I never thought of losing, but now that it’ s happened, the only thing is to do it right. That’s my obligation to all the people who believe in me. We all have to take defeats in life.

I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.

If they can make penicillin out of mouldy bread, they can sure make something out of you.

It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.

It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

It’s the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief. And once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.

I hated every minute of training, but I said, “Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.”

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

-Muhammad Ali

“It was crossing a swamp, covered in mud, when it passed a temple. There it saw the shell of another turtle – all adorned with gold and precious stones.

“I don’t envy you, ancient friend,” thought the turtle. “You’re covered in jewels, but I’m doing what I want.”

19:32 It’s the same old countryside burning hay smell. It’s cold and windy on the last night of January. I could see the big dipper, the Orion, the rosary, like I always used to. The evening sky’s heavenly with all its unchanged celestial sight. I remember you. You’d be awed to see and feel these too.