Robert H. Smith

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Olympics Fever

I found myself drawn to catching Olympics this whole week. I miss all that adrenalin, the smell of winning and the touch of a trophy. It’s so exciting to see these athletes compete with one another; see how they deal with disappointment and make a comeback within seconds; see how they coordinate and perfect their routine. When they win, you feel their happiness. When they lose, you somehow share their pain.

But what we don’t usually see is the hard work behind their success. The kind of training they have been put through is beyond my imagination. Not many of us can withstand such a life.

As I type this, the fireworks are exploding into the skies. What an awesome view I from my room! Non-stop action since 9 o’clock. :)