Concentration

Eyes on the prize. Focused, so focused. All the chaos and mess around will not shake him. He will not sway away this time around. Distractions. Stresses. Temptations. All cloud his mind. But he still cannot be budged. So motivated, so determined. I speak of this man. This focused and concentrated man. I wish to be like him. He sees his prey. Ready to pounce and ready for action. None can come close, none can budge his position.

Valentine's Day

The heart is the blood pumper. It is the provider. It gives the brain capability to think and process. It supplies the human soul with character of serenity, fierce, disgust, and grace. And it doesn't fail to provide a little something of envy. Even with all the passionate red burning through the weins of one's body, is still feel colors of green. The green boils up in me and I can't help but, wish. Why can't I feel that way about someone? I want to love. I want to be able to feel the same way that one can share with me. Why can't my effort's ever be appreciated? I know I don't need to necessarily have it. I know. But I can't shake the feeling of desire sometimes.

Tiresome Effort

Effort to exceed. Effort to achieve. Effort, to never let up and always relieve. I can't help but constantly want to persist and aim higher than me. Aim high, aim high. That's what I've been about ever since I was such a young age. And I was always never told to aim less. Today I was disappointed at my simulation flight. I could'nt get inside and ahead of the airplane. I don't understand why. My instructor tried her best to make me feel better, and tell me that I'm pushing a little too hard. I don't know. It seems like someone is tellling me I'm overachieving...but along the same lines, I feel a little impatient to succeed. I'm going to make it, I know I will. I guess its almost as if I need to stay motivated all the time. And I'm ready. I can do that. i guess its just getting back in the groove and dancing.

Balances

Trying to maintain solid balances within my life. Life is too full of low and high tides, frictional forces acting upon the balances, constantly opposing any possible capability of having stability. I can't seem to effectively manage my time between flight, academics, and weight lifting. My persistence in trying to manage my time in minutes and hours, slowly deterioirate my ability to effectively study and work out. I don't know. I guess that's just the flow of things and learning how to prioritize things. I tend to try at everything without taking a break, and always go 110%. I know I can do it. I know that I can really push at all directions as long as I can beat back at this frictional forces. To just try to keep on working on it, that's my code of life. I know I'll get back in the groove, and start dancing away again. That's what being a profesional pilot is all about. You take what you have, and you make the best out of it. That's what I call maintaining some balance.