In the morning.

I am painfully aware of how much this place needs a revamp. But blogs seem to be dying out these days, and I don't think it's worth the effort keeping both this and Tumblr up. If you call sporadic posts once a month anything like maintaining this place ah-ha-ha-ha. Looks like Father Time has snatched away the last vestibule of childhood after all as I finally step into adulthood. What a concept, attaining maturity by closing off a blog. Sounds like something Barney from HIMYM would say. I am getting more and more convoluted. I should stop right now. Goodbye.

For good?

Text Wall ftw

There are many sides to the story of your life. Some people want to settle down, get married, have a house and kids (they HAVE to go together). Others just want to live in the moment and savour the time that is now. Whatever kind of life you want to lead, I think it's important that you never forget your roots. Like, you know, all the mistakes you made that's made you who you are, all the experiences you've had that's opened your eyes to this world...? Bullshit like that? Well yeah, I mean, in a sense it's all true. I, for one, would probably be just coming home after a nice game of soccer, IF I had not injured my back. And then this post would not be created, and I would be a prospective writer with a significantly lower word count under my belt. See? The paths we've trod has inexplicably brought us to where we are today. Gold-paved, muddy, narrow or wide, we've all made it this far; time to look ahead at what's coming our way and prepare for it as best we can. Projected economic crisis in 2012; soothsayers claiming the world will end, naysayers rejecting that; Manchester City spending copious amounts in the next transfer window... belt up and hold on to something secure. Here goes another chapter of your life.

Like this, only I can't say

You have everything you want in life, and then you have everything life is willing to offer to you. I just wonder sometimes if maybe what's in the offing really isn't just an indication of how much you're willing to go for it. But then I realise that some things really are beyond the reach of mortal man (or woman), and it gets me down just thinking about it. For instance, Helen of Troy could only ever have married Menelaus; not Archilles, not Hector, not anyone.

However, I am still of the firm belief that if you want something badly enough, not time nor tide nor man nor beast will be able to stand upright before you. Not many men of such stature exist, but should I meet one in my lifetime, I will be sure to mimic his resolve.

Be thankful for what life gives you. But never settle for anything less than what you deserve, or think you deserve at any rate. That would just be shortchanging yourself.

Soccer is more intricate than you'd think

MRI scan results show that I will not, as initially feared, be forever confined to cheering while others (all 22 of them) chase a ball around trying to kick it into two different nets. Instead, I hope to one day have people cheering ME as I kick a ball into one of those nets, as I did in times before, so far gone that I cannot recall the exact feel any longer.

So I will work my body hard these few weeks. I will not be able to touch a ball during this period, as expected, but I can prepare for the day I can finally dance with a ball between my feet. Fitter = better stamina = longer training = more improvement = earlier return to the competitive pitch. I am straining at the seams in anticipation of that day. It is so tangible I can stick out my tongue and taste it. Well, almost.

For two years, I only ever had one wish. Now, it's about to be answered.

Along a path I met, one day.

Unexpected declarations and unavoidable salutations. Encounter a friend and a very old acquantaince. Two different personalities, two different souls. One full of happiness, one full of woes. Commendations, famliar obstinence, nostalgia; hate it that I was right, but I told ya'.

Paying me heed, as you paid for your meals. I stand by my words, but you'd never wear heels. Wither and slight and glower and fright, our shoulders, they brush, but our hearts don't ignite.

Contradictions and contractions, two opposing factions. Be my saviour, my helper, my guiding light. Not my serpent, my joker, my bucket of pitch. But each of you exist, and I cannot help it, for who I was, am, is to be, will be a reflection of their harmony.

From discord and destruction breed new life and evolution. But oh how I wish for the yesterday...