Every so often, it's important to remind myself why I do what I do in order to renew my enthusiasm for life, among other things. There's no doubt that writing is my passion, but I don't know if I can embody it, to dedicate every second, minute, and hour to this one thing I love. I realize, if I am realize my ambitions, this is something I must do, regardless of how I feel.
As for how my day went, I spent the morning eating leftovers from our Tet party. Always nice to have fried rice, egg rolls, Korean BBQ meat, and some shredded chicken lettuce for breakfast. On TNT, I watched one of the classics again: Terminator 2. Such a good movie and it holds up very well today. Hell, the chase sequence at the end puts the Fast and Furious to shame (rest in peace, Walker).
I watched a couple NBA games (Sac-Den and GS-Portland) to remind myself of what actual basketball looks like. Playing too much 2K tends to distort the perspective.
At the end of my day and well into the morning, I watched a bunch of Hall of Fame acceptance speeches by great athletes. It takes a lot of charisma to accept such an honor, but to do so with class and honesty, which Curtis Martin carries in spades, is rare and refreshing. There's a basic template that everybody follows, but every so often, you get one that shatters expectations. Before watching his HoF speech, I had no idea who he was, but in the span of 25 minutes, I was moved to tears. If that's not charisma, I don't know what is.
Despite all my writings, I don't think I can ever manage to capture that kind of emotion and reduce readers to tears. It feels like I would have to encounter exceptional challenges and obstacles to even have an idea of what that feels like. Yet, despite all their accomplishments, the only thing I can think is this:
I am so glad I'm not him.
In the most fatalist of all views, we're all just disposable meat bags in the grand scheme of things.
