Tears rolled down her cheeks, meeting the sweat that streamed from her brows. That was a picture of tenacity if I ever saw one. She was clearly fighting through the pain.
Because that’s what it is in this life. We are all going through some kind of pain. We just have different ways of dealing with it. Some conceal it with cheerfulness, hoping the pain will either be contained or completely heal. That, I guess, is my everglow.
Given that the opposing team was getting the favorable end of the referee’s decision, he shouldn’t have involved his boys. What he forgot was that these are young, impressionable boys whose characters he is supposed to build as athletes.
We used to marvel at the same scenes cursing at luckless loves with temerity intoxicating in the company of misery daring, until life acquiesced; from then we… Read more “Backchat”
To be honest, I was hoping I’d die young so I don’t have to stress myself out planning and trying to sustain a financially stable life. Don’t get me wrong — I love my life! It’s just that money was never a source of motivation for me. Awesome to have, but not to die for.
An angry boss must have a reason to really get mad at an employee. In fact, the lashing might even help strengthen the employee’s character. But to do that every day without valid reason, and in front of other people is a hard blow to one’s dignity. It’s just not right. Either you ship out, or sue the ass off of your boss.
Passion, on the other hand, is for suckers. They are aware of the pains that go with the pursuit, and yet they do it anyway. Why? Because they take pleasure in the pain, knowing that once they reach their peak, the reward is ethereal. Otherworldly. Hedonic.