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Showing posts with label Maybe. Show all posts
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Monday, 6 May 2013

Pacesetters...



I was standing, waiting for someone, watching these kids around 10 or 11 years old – they looked like a football team – running around a sporting field. Every lap they took, one kid, behind them all, got slower and slower but he kept on running. He didn’t stop for a second. He didn’t give up because he was last. He just ran. When they finally finished their run and the rest were waiting for him, he ran it in, stopped and looked at them as if to say ‘what next?’ These are people I call pacesetters. Nope, they’re never at the front. They don’t aim to be. How are they pace setters then? Maybe because they motivate less strong individuals fearful of being last to try harder. Maybe it's because they can keep up that pace forever as the front of the pack generally dies after their sprint. Or maybe, they just don’t give a crap that they come last because their pace is their own and they don’t have to be like everyone else at the front.

Pacesetters…never underestimate them.     

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Maybe...

So I mentioned my train-wreck-like fascination in watching The Bachelor. It’s a repeat from 2009 and it features a bloke called Jason and a dozen women who all declare they are falling in love with him. Hmmm, I don’t think so and the word ‘desperation’ comes to mind. While I believe women are genetically programmed to be in love, I do think some fall in love because they want to be in love and in a couple so badly they make themselves believe it. Despite being the cynic I am, I look at these women and think how maybe we all want to believe that true love can be found on TV. Can it? I don’t know. Maybe that’s why I watch. Maybe I like train wrecks. Maybe I want to be less a jaded soul. Maybe that’s why we read romance books. Maybe we want to believe the hero will be so besotted with the plain/frumpy/overweight/skinny/too intelligent heroine that he will overcome any obstacle or objection to be with her. Maybe the things we want for ourselves are mirrored in what we watch and read. Maybe it’s safer to be a spectator. Maybe I need to go cold turkey on The Bachelor. Maybe…