Have you ever had a bad idea?
What makes it a bad idea? Is into that I’m not willing to pursue that idea, there’s something in me fighting against my better judgment. But my past experiences and my logical analysis, agree that this could only end in utter disaster.
What to do with that kind of idea?
What if it’s not your idea? What if it comes from deep inside of you? What if you can’t control it?
What if every part of your body wants to embrace this idea?
There’s something nihilistic about this idea, trying to break to what has already been stablished through my years of living.
What can I do about it? How do you fight yourself? Does it take discipline? Do you ignore it? Do you go to bed hoping it goes away and does not hunt your dreams?
It’s like being trapped in a gulag of self destructive feelings.
Is it really an idea? Or is it something else?

Nonsmoking husbands of smoking wives face a 92 percent increase in their risk of heart attack, according to a report in the Journal of the American College of Cardiology. Breathing secondhand smoke boosts LDL (“bad”) cholesterol levels, decreases HDL (“good”) cholesterol, and increases your blood’s tendency to clot.

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

I’ve seen sunsets…
I’ve seen sunsets from mountain tops, from the top of the Rockies to the Mexican Sierra.
I’ve seen sunsets at the beach, either there were pebbles in a northern beach or white sand in the Caribbean, I’ve seen sunsets.
I’ve seen sunsets over the virgin white snow.
I’ve seen sunsets over what can only be describes as an endles sea of clouds.
I’ve seen sunsets on the go, from airplanes over the desert or cars on the road. I’ve seen sunsets.
I’ve seen sunsets with friends, sharing a bear, sharing a kiss with a love one, I’ve seen sunsets.
No matter how many times I’ve seen them, how many memories I have from those great moment, today it was different.
Today I saw the sunset, and unit was different…
Today I saw the sunset, not from a fancy place, today I saw the sunset from the pool,
And it wasn’t a fancy pool on top of a building, it wasn’t a fancy pool in a great hotel,
It was the pool I use everyday in my gym. A semi-olympic 5 lane pool in a small city gym, and it was great! What was so good about it?
Everything!
The smell of chlorine, the sunlight coming through the window making the waves glide, the feeling I had from my heart working hard trying to pump blood to my tired muscles from working on my lap times, the chaotic sound of other people’s quest for a better self made by strokes and kicks each of which brings them closer to a heartier, faster, stronger self. A sound that to me sounds like perseverance and success.
I could honestly say that in that moment I didn’t wanted to be anywhere else in the world with no one else in the world than me. This pool, this water, this sport has always been there for me, in the good it has channeled my energy, in the bad it has kept me up. I love this pool, and every moment I spend on it.