Muscles has let me down.

The singer of this song -



Should have looked like this -

PS:

Ps: Everyone should go rock climbing.

I went for the first time in a long time yesterday,
and it was wonderful.

The warmth that fills you at that first sight of a new wall,
a new challenge and a new obstacle to overcome,
a new way to live on the edge and push limits,
another way to feel like you're growing.

The struggle as you reach, stretch and pull with might,
the sweat that makes the path slippery,
and the ache that empties all your strength,
and the relief at each chance for rest.

Then that rush,
the realisation that you're there,
and the satisfaction as you're lowered down,
as you mentally prepare for your next wall.

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Where's my wall?

Fluff

I was about to write something like this in my Facebook status, but people don't really want to read this sort of fluff.

I just realised, I just remembered,
That my life, and my heart,
go at a pace, everyday,
that only I decide.

Only you decide.

!!!

Love

Far from perfect, but closer every day.
Or I like to think that way anyway.

After 3 and a half years what is this love?
How do I feel, and is it still love?

I know it's love and not need or comfort,
because I don't flinch or fear when I feel it might be slipping away.

I know it's love and not need or comfort,
because I feel completely fine all by myself.

I know it's love and not an ego-trip,
because all I want to do is give and give love.

I know it's love and not safety,
because I feel like being there stretches limits. It's an adventure.

I know it's love, and not just infatuation or passion,
because the more things there are to work on, the more I want to get to work.

I know it's love, and not just infatuation or passion,
because everyday it's a choice to be there, it's my choice - it's what I choose to do.

I know she's a fit, a match and a kindred spirit,
because when we talk it feels in sync, and there's so many similarities.

I know there's still passion,
for when I see her, at times, it brings fire to my bones.

There's a lot of things I don't know, but I know this is where I want to be.
This is who I want to be here with.
And we're going where I want to go.

I hope she's happy.
I hope we're going where she wants to go.
And daily I'll try to make sure that that's so =o)

Miser-y?

He listens to Kate Bush's, Babooshka,
And he's reminded of the dangers of growing complacent.
He remembers the hazards and perils of being miser-y with approbation, praise and appreciation.

Taking things for granted is a fast track for losing them.

Remember Marc, remember and let flourish.

*ching chink*

You know things are grand when your biggest problem is feeling a little thirsty ;)

*raises glass*

Another great day! ^.^

*ching chink*

Desires

It starts as a thing, almost nothing at all.
It feeds on lack, you grow hungry, it grows.
It grows and it grows until it fills you to the brim,
It presses the inside of your chest,
It presses the walls of your throat,
If fills you and chokes you,
This unspent force,
This wasted desire.

Oh so many wasted desires...