For all our plotting, planning
Practice
Earnest application
We don’t write the script
We play upon the piste
Fate dishes out surprises
Setbacks, consolations
Occasionally jewels of perfect action
Shining from a muddy bout
All the more delightful, being
Undeserved
We none of us command our victories
We tumble to them
Opening to grace
Pleasantly surprised by
What leaps out
It’s harder to appreciate
The value of defeat
Coinage in the bank of wisdom
Invested in improvement
Bearing interest only slowly, over time
And so I listen to the whiskey-rough & Jaggered voice of truth:
Bling is great, but even when I don’t get what I want
It may just be exactly what I need
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Sometimes I think the whole point of the training I put myself through is for those few, short moments of perfect clarity on the strip. The sweet spot is elusive and fleeting but so, so worth it...
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