“Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat, and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday.”
Wilma Rudolph, Gold medalist, Olympics.
I would reckon that in many ways man is, and would still continue to be a selfish person. Selfish where vested interests come into play, when benefits to the individual, aplenty. Just recently, I realized, that actually winning isn't everything. For myself, at the very least. Hahah.
That actually winning isn't everything, so long you gave your best.
Day 3, Bout 26, Round 3, 5 minutes into the bout. Score: 3-2. Both of us were weary, I was worn out from my previous match, my ankle and knee were already screaming for a halt, the cold spray unable to provide even the temporary relief. With every step, every launch, every kick, the pain acted, flared. Yet it wasn't the prospect of winning that kept me going, surprisingly. Nor was it pride.
'Just once more. One more launch, one more thrust. Don't give up this far already.'
'Expect counters, don't let him get into range.'
'Keep your distance, watch his fakes, fake him back.'
'Just once more. One more launch, one more thrust. Don't give up this far already.'
'Expect counters, don't let him get into range.'
'Keep your distance, watch his fakes, fake him back.'
We were both obviously tired, yet we continued. It was like you could feel the many eyes of the others watching you. It was silent all around. Yeah, really silent. We both went defensive, myself particularly. 360s, backthrusts, I didn't have the strength for them anymore. My legs were practically lead-heavy. And for the first time, goodness knows what made me pass that thought, but I told myself; I'd gladly accept it should I have lost the match. That I'd already tried as hard as I could.
Whistle for time. 5-5. A draw, meaning a on oncoming sudden death. First to score wins. Ended in a minute or so. I won. Thing was, surprisingly, it didn't matter. To the both of us, when I had a conversation with Weijing afterwards. Winning, that is. Since young, I'd always played to win. Winning always mattered, no matter the instance, no matter how trivial. I would be aggressive in pursuing victory, I'd go all out for it. I hated losing. Yet at that instance, it didn't really matter. I was having a great time with my friend, I'd tried my best. I've never been more injured, but I'd never been that more satisfied with myself.
I gave my best. And realized, that winning isn't everything. (:
Whistle for time. 5-5. A draw, meaning a on oncoming sudden death. First to score wins. Ended in a minute or so. I won. Thing was, surprisingly, it didn't matter. To the both of us, when I had a conversation with Weijing afterwards. Winning, that is. Since young, I'd always played to win. Winning always mattered, no matter the instance, no matter how trivial. I would be aggressive in pursuing victory, I'd go all out for it. I hated losing. Yet at that instance, it didn't really matter. I was having a great time with my friend, I'd tried my best. I've never been more injured, but I'd never been that more satisfied with myself.
I gave my best. And realized, that winning isn't everything. (:
NTUTKD Sparex, June'10 -
It's the last of all the official taekwondo activities. Sigh. Hahah.
My friends, we'd all await the day we can put on our black belts, yeah?
It's the last of all the official taekwondo activities. Sigh. Hahah.
My friends, we'd all await the day we can put on our black belts, yeah?
Well, 3 weeks left. And it's probably time to study. And nurse those injuries. I'm loving it. Yeah, like real. ;D
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Rem·i·nis·cence
Recollection of the past: the recollection of past experiences or events in speech or writing, or the act of recalling the past
It's hard to say when I'll dedicate anymore time to writing. It pains me to learn that time isn't what it used to be. No more long Sundays or endless nights. Time. It moves quicker than a jack-rabbit on pursit and somehow never comes in the right measurement, always less.
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Taeyeon (태연) – If (만약에)
Recollection of the past: the recollection of past experiences or events in speech or writing, or the act of recalling the past
It's hard to say when I'll dedicate anymore time to writing. It pains me to learn that time isn't what it used to be. No more long Sundays or endless nights. Time. It moves quicker than a jack-rabbit on pursit and somehow never comes in the right measurement, always less.
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Taeyeon (태연) – If (만약에)
만약에 내가 간다면 내가 다가간다면
넌 어떻게 생각할까 용기 낼 수 없고
만약에 니가 간다면 니가 떠나간다면
널 어떻게 보내야할지 자꾸 겁이 나는걸
내가 바보같아서 바라볼 수 밖에만 없는건 아마도
외면 할지도 모를 니 마음과 또 그래서 더 멀어질 사이가 될까봐
정말 바보같아서 사랑한다하지 못하는건 아마도
만남뒤에 기다리는 아픔에 슬픈 나날들이 두려워서인가봐
만약에 니가 온다면 니가 다가온다면
난 어떻게 해야만 할지 정말 알수 없는걸
내가 바보같아서 바라볼 수 밖에만 없는건 아마도
외면 할지도 모를 니 마음과 또 그래서 더 멀어질 사이가 될까봐
정말 바보같아서 사랑한다하지 못하는건 아마도
만남 뒤에 기다리는 아픔에 슬픈 나날들이 두려워서인가봐
내가 바보같아서 사랑한다하지 못하는건 아마도
만남 뒤에 기다리는 아픔에 슬픈 나날들이 두려워서인가봐
넌 어떻게 생각할까 용기 낼 수 없고
만약에 니가 간다면 니가 떠나간다면
널 어떻게 보내야할지 자꾸 겁이 나는걸
내가 바보같아서 바라볼 수 밖에만 없는건 아마도
외면 할지도 모를 니 마음과 또 그래서 더 멀어질 사이가 될까봐
정말 바보같아서 사랑한다하지 못하는건 아마도
만남뒤에 기다리는 아픔에 슬픈 나날들이 두려워서인가봐
만약에 니가 온다면 니가 다가온다면
난 어떻게 해야만 할지 정말 알수 없는걸
내가 바보같아서 바라볼 수 밖에만 없는건 아마도
외면 할지도 모를 니 마음과 또 그래서 더 멀어질 사이가 될까봐
정말 바보같아서 사랑한다하지 못하는건 아마도
만남 뒤에 기다리는 아픔에 슬픈 나날들이 두려워서인가봐
내가 바보같아서 사랑한다하지 못하는건 아마도
만남 뒤에 기다리는 아픔에 슬픈 나날들이 두려워서인가봐
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