Post by sockrocker on Feb 9, 2005 0:38:56 GMT -5
(okay, so I was at school, and I got to writing...sorry that it is kind of incoherent/stream of conscious-y...i hope that my point gets across anyways)
A Declaration
While my motivation throughout the course of this tenuous journey will most certainly be to better myself, that cannot be my goal (for it is true that betterment is any man's lot in life, and can be achieved simply be breathing and not harming the life of another). No, my goal must be something specific, and quantifiable.
A goal is not overtaking an neighbor's territory successfully, but it is also the long march to the sight of that decisive battle. A goal is not just the final blow that seals the victory, but also the loading of the gun that will shoot the bullet that will fell any one of the ever-increasing enemy ranks. It is the rushing of the front lines into battle, despite the fact that they have never been more frightened in all of their lives. A goal is a staircase that leads to glory; achievement therefore being each and every step that brings you just that much closer.
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I stood for a second, and breathed deep. I looked at the scale, and it looked back at me. It was not mocking me; it was not worrying me. It has come to be my friend, and reassures me when times are unsure. I stepped onto my new old friend, and looked down, patiently waiting for the numbers to appear...."193.5"...I was very pleasantly surprised. I felt that I had broken the impenetrable wall of 194. I had conquered an obstacle that my body wanted so badly to believe was insurmountable in all ways. I smiled inwardly, and told myself, "Okay, so now I just have to get below 193, then 190, then 185, and by that point, I'll only have about 10 pounds to go!" Is that enough? Is 175 a good number? It matters not now, for when the time comes, I will know all that I need to know.
Goals grow as I shrink. They age and mature and become more rational. They are born as merely infantile whimsies, but with due time they blossom and unravel into gorgeous mosaics of colorful desire. They are formed impossibly, and satisfying them takes much toil.
Goal setting is not the right of man, but his privelege, and is thusly not a proper pursuit for those of weak constitution. Indeed, the achievement of a goal is the greatest measure of a man. Pity on those of brittle fortitude who, no matter how much they want something, will never receive it. They are self-defeating. They look at a wall and say "There is no way that I can ever leave this place, as this is surely the most indestructible of walls!" Never let that be! The mantra now should be "The wall is already destroyed! All that is left is for me to step over the crumbled remains."
A Declaration
While my motivation throughout the course of this tenuous journey will most certainly be to better myself, that cannot be my goal (for it is true that betterment is any man's lot in life, and can be achieved simply be breathing and not harming the life of another). No, my goal must be something specific, and quantifiable.
A goal is not overtaking an neighbor's territory successfully, but it is also the long march to the sight of that decisive battle. A goal is not just the final blow that seals the victory, but also the loading of the gun that will shoot the bullet that will fell any one of the ever-increasing enemy ranks. It is the rushing of the front lines into battle, despite the fact that they have never been more frightened in all of their lives. A goal is a staircase that leads to glory; achievement therefore being each and every step that brings you just that much closer.
...
I stood for a second, and breathed deep. I looked at the scale, and it looked back at me. It was not mocking me; it was not worrying me. It has come to be my friend, and reassures me when times are unsure. I stepped onto my new old friend, and looked down, patiently waiting for the numbers to appear...."193.5"...I was very pleasantly surprised. I felt that I had broken the impenetrable wall of 194. I had conquered an obstacle that my body wanted so badly to believe was insurmountable in all ways. I smiled inwardly, and told myself, "Okay, so now I just have to get below 193, then 190, then 185, and by that point, I'll only have about 10 pounds to go!" Is that enough? Is 175 a good number? It matters not now, for when the time comes, I will know all that I need to know.
Goals grow as I shrink. They age and mature and become more rational. They are born as merely infantile whimsies, but with due time they blossom and unravel into gorgeous mosaics of colorful desire. They are formed impossibly, and satisfying them takes much toil.
Goal setting is not the right of man, but his privelege, and is thusly not a proper pursuit for those of weak constitution. Indeed, the achievement of a goal is the greatest measure of a man. Pity on those of brittle fortitude who, no matter how much they want something, will never receive it. They are self-defeating. They look at a wall and say "There is no way that I can ever leave this place, as this is surely the most indestructible of walls!" Never let that be! The mantra now should be "The wall is already destroyed! All that is left is for me to step over the crumbled remains."
