I’m watching Roland Garros, something I’ve avoided for the last two years because it reminded me of my young-immature self. This is just one of the many things I tried to forget, and unconsciously, I’m getting edgier and edgier in the past two years that I’ve been trying to change. Now, I’m watching Serena Williams’ game live after watching Maria Sharapova’s match and my mind just went to relax-mode. Stories are pouring in, everything, right and wrong seem to clear up.
I don’t know if I’m finding myself again or learning about myself. But isn’t it better to build yourself rather than find it? For me, the thought of finding oneself brings forth a scene where in important objects pass by a body searching endlessly for whatever precious thing is waiting, whereas building oneself is collecting precious things you see on the way and incorporating them into ones self.
On a different note, watching French Open is reminding me of the times when I can go through days without sleep! Mutants do that. Now, more and more people do that, younger ones. What’s up with old people (including myself) thinking that they need to sleep more?
I don’t think this is a sign of aging, writing about oneself, the past and talks of getting old… it’s a sign of laziness, over-thinking, being emotional… boredom.
Looking at Serena Williams made me realize that she’s playing while she can still play. She’s the number one seed, she’s been on the top since I was in high school, twelve years old? It is not greatness, well it is, but I think it’s beautiful how she’s embracing all the time she has while she can still play tennis, while her body is still allowing her to. That thought alone is more than enough motivation to keep holding onto her number one spot. Where is this thought coming from? Back then I was too young to understand how the real world really works, if you’re number one, isn’t a decade of being number one enough? Wouldnt you be able to retire in peace after that? This was when I was twelve. Once, twice is enough…
But when you love something, you want to be able to live forever and do it forever. It seems to be that way. I haven’t found that thing yet but I understand the importance and greatness of this concept now.
Anyway, poetry and writing aside, Serena Williams plays beautifully and flawlessly! Wow! After years and years she still plays with spunk and electricity. She just pulled off a top spin and I pity Sarah E for the 6-0 score, Serena Williams is like playing darts on the court. Her serves are so precise and she seems to predict the direction of the ball beforehand, she’s already in position even before the ball hits the floor.
But Roger Federer.
Really. Really? What happened. 😦 it stunned me! Tsongo…
R. Fed! You’re still the best!
Anything is possible! Nothing is ever impossible.