Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The Essence

I keep losing it, it seems. Until I realise I am off the path.

Getting caught up in life is so easy. Getting caught up in the difficulties of racing....there is no money. Thinking of the sacrifices made, priorities and what could be saved if you choose to not risk everything just for something like a set of new tyres, or a chance at improving the condition of the car. What's it all for anyway? Is it causing that much extra pressure, to deliver the expectations of family and friends in life whilst still trying to play a game?

It's my game. It's my sport. It's my escape. It's my dream and it's what makes me.

"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible."

Get on with it, Zaahir.

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