“Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mirror, mirror on the wall… find the nearest mirror. Look. Keep looking for 3 minutes. Write about what you see.
(Author: Esther Poyer)
I'm getting old, man.
Not in the sense of chronological age (I know that 36, soon to be 37, is not old)
I've lost a lot of passion for what I'm doing... my interest span is getting shorter and shorter and I need to figure out not just what I'm doing but also why am I doing it. I'm looking back at all the dreams that I had and how much they've changed and, some, vanished from the mind's eye.
Endurance sports are my way of not accepting that I'm 37.
I keep my hair short because I don't want to see the white sideburns anymore. Just remember that by the time he was 40 your old man was completely white.
I want to be Peter Pan, damn it!