There is this old guy that lives at one end of my street. he is either very very old -he does look like he's 90 or something- or he has some sort of a disease, because when he walks, a snail is considered a sprinter next to him. He moves very slowly, one step after the other, holding his trusty cane with him, not caring for how slow he is, letting the world move along around him, not giving it an inch of importance or care.
Every morning at about 7 am, he walks from his house -climbing down three flights of stairs since they don't have an elevator- at one end of the street, all the way to the bakery at the other end of the street. a walk that would probably take me about 10 minutes to make, 15 if i'm being lazy, but at the speed he walks, it probably takes him about 3 or 4 hours -if not more-. he buys exactly 5 loafs of bread, then goes back home. then at around 2 pm, he makes a slightly longer trip over to the grocer's buys some vegetables -salad stuff mainly- and goes back home. and at around 7 pm, he makes another, much longer trip to the dairy shop, and buys 2 portions of yogurt.
Astonishing isn't it. that man spends around 11 hours every day walking down the street, doing errands that would take any of us 20 minutes to do. when i look at him, i can't help but admire his persistence, perseverance, and courage. He understands that he is old, he accepts it even, but he doesn't give in to his weaknesses, he challenges himself daily, pushes his body that has grown too feeble and weak to contain his amazing soul and fiery spirit.
Whenever i see him walking down the street, i always wonder what he was like as a younger person. Has he always been so full of life ? was there a time when he used to run for several kilometers daily ? is what he is doing now just a continuation of his normal lifestyle ? or was there a time in his life when he understood that he needed to change certain things about his personality ? a time when he realized that no matter where we are, no matter what life has done to us, no matter the obstacles or the amount of times we fall, he must never surrender, he must never give in to his weaknesses, and that he must always challenge himself to be who he wants to be, and do what he wants to do.
We all have our weaknesses and our shortcomings. some of us get nervous around people they just met, some of us are afraid of the unknown, of trying new things, or new experiences, some of us are afraid of heights, some of us are afraid of insects (ehm!!!). But no matter what your weakness is, know that you can always over come it, our body is a tool that we use to live our life on this world, who we really are is in our mind, and in the mind, anything is possible, don't think you can do the things you want to do, know that you can. every time there is an obstacle that stood against you several times before challenge yourself into overcoming it, challenge yourself into doing what you fear the most.
Whether you believe in an eternal life after death or not, this world is just a temporary stop, there's no point in being afraid of what happens in it. just do what you want to do, and have fun doing it :)
Every morning at about 7 am, he walks from his house -climbing down three flights of stairs since they don't have an elevator- at one end of the street, all the way to the bakery at the other end of the street. a walk that would probably take me about 10 minutes to make, 15 if i'm being lazy, but at the speed he walks, it probably takes him about 3 or 4 hours -if not more-. he buys exactly 5 loafs of bread, then goes back home. then at around 2 pm, he makes a slightly longer trip over to the grocer's buys some vegetables -salad stuff mainly- and goes back home. and at around 7 pm, he makes another, much longer trip to the dairy shop, and buys 2 portions of yogurt.
Astonishing isn't it. that man spends around 11 hours every day walking down the street, doing errands that would take any of us 20 minutes to do. when i look at him, i can't help but admire his persistence, perseverance, and courage. He understands that he is old, he accepts it even, but he doesn't give in to his weaknesses, he challenges himself daily, pushes his body that has grown too feeble and weak to contain his amazing soul and fiery spirit.
Whenever i see him walking down the street, i always wonder what he was like as a younger person. Has he always been so full of life ? was there a time when he used to run for several kilometers daily ? is what he is doing now just a continuation of his normal lifestyle ? or was there a time in his life when he understood that he needed to change certain things about his personality ? a time when he realized that no matter where we are, no matter what life has done to us, no matter the obstacles or the amount of times we fall, he must never surrender, he must never give in to his weaknesses, and that he must always challenge himself to be who he wants to be, and do what he wants to do.
We all have our weaknesses and our shortcomings. some of us get nervous around people they just met, some of us are afraid of the unknown, of trying new things, or new experiences, some of us are afraid of heights, some of us are afraid of insects (ehm!!!). But no matter what your weakness is, know that you can always over come it, our body is a tool that we use to live our life on this world, who we really are is in our mind, and in the mind, anything is possible, don't think you can do the things you want to do, know that you can. every time there is an obstacle that stood against you several times before challenge yourself into overcoming it, challenge yourself into doing what you fear the most.
Whether you believe in an eternal life after death or not, this world is just a temporary stop, there's no point in being afraid of what happens in it. just do what you want to do, and have fun doing it :)
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