It infuriates me--practically to the point of insanity.
Perhaps what I write in this blog is impulsive. Perhaps not. The odds are in favor of the latter.
My tennis coach was drinking Black Tea one day, and a girl went up to him and said, "Coach, don't you know that's bad for you?"
He replied, "Yes, yes it is. But what's worse for me is depriving myself of the things I enjoy. I'd rather die young and happy than old and sad."
I now consider my tennis coach as one of my heroes. I live by that stated creed every day.
Time is the most valuable thing that one can possess. It's value is realized when you spend it wisely. If you go along accumulating time by leading a "safe"--in other words, boring--lifestyle, then the value of your time decreases. And I'm someone who likes to get the most bang for my buck.
(This obviously applies to people who enjoy doing risky things. If you enjoy leading a safe, practical life, then more power--and time--to you.)
Well, I'm just pretty mad about my mother not allowing me to ride my bike to her house. If you understand my creed, then you'll understand why. I enjoy riding my bike, almost as much as I enjoy playing soccer. It makes me feel liberated, independent. I'm not looking to give my mother a heart attack. I'm looking to do something I love.
Parents are always trying to protect their kids. Sometimes, they just protect them from the wrong things.
