my sixteen-year-old self.
sifting through old boxes of junk from high school and earlier and came across a notebook in which I had written down a couple “poems”, cut out words and pictures from magazines and pasted them in, and compiled a selection of my “favorite quotes.” not sure where else to write these down to keep them memorialized but here are some of my favorite’s from when I was a junior in high school.
“impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. impossible is not a fact. it’s an opinion. impossible is not a declaration. it’s a dare. impossible is potential. impossible is temporary. impossible is nothing.”
“When you strip away everything—the banners, the crowds, the noise—there is only an athlete at the line or a team on the field. And all the extraneous trappings of sport, the circus and the riot, are reduced to nothing as the contact begins. Everything we do is dedicated to that singular moment when the athlete says: I won’t lose.”
“all people smile in the same language.”
“happy memories never wear out…relive them as often as possible.”
“if anyone speaks badly of you, live so none will believe it.”
“harsh words break no bones. but they do break hearts.”
“to get out of a difficulty, one must usually go *through* it”
“happiness is enhanced by others, but does not depend on others.”
“do what you can, for who you can, with what you have, and where you are.”
“anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall. anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down. and this is all life really means.”
“all these poses of classical torture ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard.”
used to keep my hopes held high
now my head’s hanging, so heavy it hurts.
every breath comes like a sigh
sure the next hit’s gonna bring the worst.
I’m feeling a big cry coming on
a thousand tears for everything I did wrong
there’s something in my chest that doesn’t belong.