An entry made of musings
There a certain quality intrinsic to all human beings that always puzzles me.-
Pride, it’s intriguing and disturbing at the same time. Often heartening when applied to something else (national pride), and potentially destructive when it’s selfish (personal pride). In excess, it’s always irrational, unpredictable, incomprehensible (to others).
I see it everywhere, in everyone, myself included. Time and time again, I look at things, sigh, and attribute it to pride and its spiteful ways. It gets in the way of things, comes in between people, ruins otherwise perfectly wonderful people. It saddens me to see the childishness we sink to, just because of the pride we find it so hard to let go of.
It’s inescapable, so hard to temper.
I too, have fallen victim to it when I say to you, ‘there’s only so much my pride can take’. When otherwise, I’d be willing to put up with so much.
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The past weekend, I clocked a total of about 22km, almost as much as the distance I'd usually clock in a week. Hey, I think I deserve it, considering work, piano and sheer exhuastion has prevented me from exercising regularly. I woke up with my legs feeling like jelly today, but half a day later, I do feel ready to do it all over again! Army Half Marathon here I come. (But there's no more real kick in that, I want to be able to run the full one day, and time is running short since I'm already 22, soon past my prime.)
The weekend has been great, again. Barely any going out, socializing and what not. Just sheer rest, and bliss in my own world. And then piano lesson for the first time in two weeks, father's day dinner. I like, lazy, self centered life, haha.
I think I'll try to clock a few km after work later. But Gershwin comes first.
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