It always begins in the summer.
Sometimes Madrid or Turin doesn’t love you.
It’s the equivalent of dollar diplomacy used in the 1900s in Latin America or East Asia (before Japan became what she is today).
Is to say no.
Unusual rant, retrieved from my facebook 23 minutes ago:
This has been sitting in my draft for at least two months because…no idea…took too many fun rides?
Due to the weather. Due to no proper resources. Due to ‘this and that.’
It occurred to me that every time I watch a movie, in my case it’s a lot of fictional movies, my attention seems to have been driven towards the protagonist character (doesn’t have to be the main character) who makes the call whether to keep pushing it to the limit or not.
I can’t tell how long it’s been, but I’ve been running at my top speed. Just like everyone else, I go out there and chase my goals. And I’ve always been the happiest man to be able to do everything my heart tells me to. The horror to that thought is to bleed over and over again and still not getting what we think we deserve. It hurts. But there’s worse.