Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.
The greatest battle is not physical but psychological. The demons telling us to give up when we push ourselves to the limit can never be silenced for good. The must always be answered by the quiet the steady dignity that simply refuses to give in. Courage. We all suffer. Keep going!
We’re so busy watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to enjoy where we are.
Change isn’t easy. Changing the way you live means changing what you believe about life. That’s hard.
If what you did yesterday seems big, you haven’t done anything today.
For what it’s worth: It’s never too late, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have strength to start all over again.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong. The amount of effort is the same.
You train with the faith that you are doing the right things given your unique situation. Because of this things can go wrong and you don’t always know why. Or perhaps you do. Regardless, when “luck” seems to turn against you and you have a “bad” race a common reaction is to look for the next race you can do, hopefully very soon, so you can prove to yourself that you’re ok after all. These are called “redemption” races. You’re seeking salvation for your shortcomings with the hope of making your world right again.
This is seldom the best course of action. What I usually see happen at redemption races is the athlete is too tired, too sore or too tapered to race well again right away. This often results in a second “bad” race which brings not salvation but rather eternal damnation. Athletes then sink into a morass of mental self-abuse so deep that it causes some to quit the sport or at least come to the conclusion that they are indeed worthless when it comes racing. I’ve even seen athletes who come to believe they are not even “good” people because of a poor race performance. Sometimes we tie too much baggage onto race performances. You are not your last race.
Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted.
That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as he sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
We all have problems. The way we solve them is what makes us different.
The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time.
The most rewarding things you do in life are often the ones that look like they cannot be done.
