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Winston Zhang
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
19:59:00
Ever wondered how it's like to score a goal?
Especially after trying so hard the whole match?
I don't know why I'm saying this either, but I suddenly thought of such a situation.
Sure, it's just a game of football, you could say that.
But it's a pretty damn good metaphor for life. And a reason why I react the way I do in certain situations.
People who've seen me play know I set pretty high standards for myself. And when those standards are not met, I react angrily, in frustration towards myself, and sometimes to surrounding factors, if there are any. Now, here's a thought:
When you finally score that goal, how does it feel?
That's a question whose answer need not be said, for it is blindingly obvious.
What I really mean to hit at, though, is: I wonder why the effort is doubted, taken for granted sometimes, if not 90% of the time?
I'd have more respect for the sub-standard player who puts in 110% but does nothing significant than for the player who happened to be in the right place at the right time and puts home a hat-trick, although he hardly ran at all during the whole match.
The end product is important, make no mistake about that. But, what really should be the main thing, is the effort behind it all. The heart and soul. And, I really mean heart and soul. To the extent where your life is turned upside down, where you begin to have second thoughts, where you want to give it all up, as much as you shouldn't and can't.
But then there's the magic line. Despite it all, despite all the second thoughts, you stick it out anyway. It's a job. An arduous, painstaking, motherfucker of a job. But you stick it out, you give your all, you sacrifice. People who do this, they're the ones who receive my utmost and undying respect.
Sacrifice, for that matter, is of different quantities for different people. What may seem easy for you to sacrifice, may not be so for another person. Everyone has their limits. Those that push their personal limits, those are the heroes. Limits are not set by someone else. They are set by oneself. Of course, don't make them ridiculously easy. But in any case, when you're pushed to the end of your tether, and you still survive and pull it through, through your own willpower, you deserve anyone and everyone's respect.
As such, anyone who hasn't been through the life-changing experience of being pushed to their limits has no right, none at all, to judge those who have. Any judgements made would be empty, devoid of any real value.
Look around you. For sure there are people like that around. They might laugh, might smile, might have fun and kid around, but know that, deep in their souls, theyhave done it. Cherish those people, don't let them go to waste in your minds, clouded by short-sighted, narrow-minded judgements. Look at them, think of what they've done, not only for others, but, more importantly, to their own well-being for the sake of the greater good. If you've had your life changed, by yourself, as well, you would have found another friend. If you haven't, aspire to be one of them. You know your own limits. Push them. Push them to breaking point. 'Kill' yourself, and let yourself be reborn, harder and stronger than before, like the phoenix. Push your limits, and yourself, to hell and back and to hell again. You'll be a better person for it.
... Okay, I'm back to normal. I'm not sure why I suddenly felt like writing all that, but you know me, inspiration strikes at the oddest of times. That said, I'm not referring to any particular people, although, yes, it can be applied to several situations in my life. I just feel that this is how we should treat, or judge people, based on what they've done, not on the surface, but deep beneath that, down in the bottom of their souls, what they've changed in their very own basic nature. Not easy, that.
All in all, food for thought, eh? Anyone who reads through the whole thing, do have a little think about it, if only to work your brain a little, haha.
Well, nothing much happened today. Got back the English Compo Common/Mock (I don't know what it is, exactly) Test. Got an A1, real happy about that. Fulfil my potential, that's what I gotta do in English.
Well, I get to skip a few lessons again, tomorrow. However, I'll still have that E Math Vector test. Will probably do alright, not sweating too much over it.
I still can't get over the weird timing of my inspirations. Yet another facet of me I can't quite fathom just yet. Oh well, my unpredictability is another part of my enigmatic personality. Boon and bane at the same time, and I'm embracing it. =)