The tour de France is rolling for almost two weeks. It is considered as the most important, demanding and prestigious bicycle race in the world. Men sitting for hours on their bicycles moving forward against mountains, one steeper than the other. It is not my most favorite sport to watch. But it is just impressive what these men do because it is a sport that demands a lot from a human body. The mental part is also an important factor in this sport beside the physical part. During and around the tour a lot of things happen that influence the mind of the rider. A flat tire, a wrong call, missing a lunch package, fans standing to close etc. The rider keeps his mind clear because he has just one goal: reaching the finish line. One by one they are all heroes. Whether they make it until the last mile, or not.
Regret is an emotion. Used in many movies, songs and poems. It describes a sad (personal) situation in the past. In desperation you try to save or recover this situation. But the knowledge remains, there is no point of return despite the effort. Regret has no borders and it effects everything in life like love, career, family, friendship,… All suffer under this egoistic emotion, resulting into tears and sorrow. Sharing regret with another is as painful as experiencing regret itself because it is covered with a layer of shame. The only ones that are happy with regret are tissue-manufacturers and their shareholders. And for the time being, me. Because regret is the next subject of my column. A awkward subject, challenge accepted.
“If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.” – Mercedes Lackey.
I have been quite busy lately. Work and other priorities… But my goal was to finish the sequel on my previous column before the end of this week. Anyway, have you enjoyed reading my previous column? I took a deep look in myself, analyzed myself and described myself as an animal. A pig-headed loyal pup is how I describe myself. A fair description if you ask me. Though, is it a fair description or just arrogance from my side? Well that is up to my friends this time. As promised I asked some close friends to describe me. The once who are not afraid to slap my arrogance away from me. Oh, by the way. Do not feel offended when I forgot you to ask you to describe me!
Writing is fun, I discovered. I really enjoyed writing my first column and I decided to continue writing more pieces of text. The subject for this column is: What animal would I be if I was born as an animal instead of a human being?
On a boring Thursday evening a friend and me decided to challenge each other to write a column. Why on earth should we do that? The answer is pretty simple: we both have the goal to improve our writing skills by writing columns. We see this challenge as a good kick-off. Part of the challenge is that we give each other a subject. The train is signed to me as subject by her. Jolien, your subject will be: If you were born as animal, what kind of animal would you be? Good luck!
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