You are right Mr. P.: focus is te key.
My private guru told me last night that the aim should be the target. When he said that it sounded like a veredict, as he's one of those who has been through life like few people can say they have been.
Definetly, he is more than a good memory from Cambridge. It' imposible to regret having met people like Mr P.
He talks from the bottom of a bottle that is always half empty. Who cares... I can hear a strange truth in his voice; the kind of rare truth that goes straight to the point, not missing it despite the diziness of the mind. The kind of truth we so much need from ourselves and the others. The truth we fear to hear and we hide from.
He's got the courage to face what is left after everything was lost in the battle of surviving. With his peculiar sense of humour, he laughs into the face of judgement whilst he raises his glass to toast with solitude for the years to come.
Is gratitude or getting used to the inevitable destiny some must fulfil? I don't think he beleives in a destiny other than the one you forge.
His horse was always the last of the race, but he still bet on it, like if looser was a condition to asume with all the comedy and tragedy involved in that part.
So, he is a soul built on missing moments that went by in the awareness of loosing them. A Soul built on opportunities taken thinking in the moment, not daring for tomorrow. A soul buit on doing what he knew it was wrong but thought it was right.
But somethigs must be. Someone must be so we can learn.
To be wise it doesn't depend on relativeness like, unfortunatly, most everything does nowadays. One has to earn that, and Universities rarely give you a diploma on it.
I guess you must taste the dust more than once, or beign so luky that you can scape that and have the necessary perspective to build your arguments with it.
I guess life doesn't sleep with anyone, because many things, money just can't buy.
Thanks Mr. P....Wild horses...We'll ride them someday...
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