for what is worth
suddenly i have this rush of sadness.
the thought of this as my last sprint race, and it's gonna be real in a month's time.
efforts that I've placed in for the glory, for the medals, for the title we want so bad for the team.
but sometimes i just can't help it but to think, is it all about winning that is making me hold on?
and i believe that is not the real reason that kept me holding on.
most of it comes from there but without how much i enjoy the greatness I could get from this sport, i believe i couldn't have held on this long.
still, it comes in a package and all just revolves around one another.
from passion to desire to stress-relieve to friendship to hope to desire to passion
indeed with this sport, I've changed. good and bad.
10 years down the road when I look back again, medals may just be metal pieces laying there but at least I'll never forget how i use to enjoy it so much in the past and why I actually put in so much to train so hard.
coming to the conclusion, I still think it's because I love this sport.
It is through it that I learn that I am actually capable of more than who I am.
if you don't get what i really mean, it's just like living with a person for 3 years, seeing the person everyday and suddenly the person just dies and you'll never get to see him again.
my kind of illustration.
till next time>>