Hers, isn’t humility,
Neither is it the sensitivity of feelings.
Her well of thoughts
Are over flowing with aims of winning,
Being the best,
And getting scores that shame even the question papers
And its setter.
She wants to conquer all,
High above all that Man has gone.
Then claim the world,
And all its glory she will.

What satisfaction it bring to her
I can‘t comprehend.
For with every high mountain,
There always is another higher,
And the only thing that can bring a smile to the face of a millionaire,
Would very well be another million.

The deepest oceans
Can’t be revealed by man.
While the farthest universe,
Just goes on forever.
Knowledge of everything,
Is simply out of reach.

What is the measure of Man?
The money he makes,
Or the size of his family?
Maybe it is the amount of land he owns,
But wouldn’t it still be futile,
If it was as barren as the desert?
How rewarding would it be,
If a man gains the world,
But in the midst of it loose his own soul?
Should success control our feelings,
And money determine our mood?

To her,
Satisfaction is only possible at a hundred percent.
Ninty-nine,
Sends her down to the doldrums.
A tantrum of self pity,
Accompanied by mourning,
Will be a an inevitable scene then.

Rejoice I urge you,
In promises that won’t be broken,
In better days that are to come,
In the one unchanging;
Yesterday, today and forever.
And again I say rejoice.

Dear mom,

Conversations on the phone always tend to be less intimate, less emotional and too rush sometimes. Letters on the other hand can be kept for centuries.

It’s hard to loose a friend for no apparent reason, just as it is as pressurizing to be with someone better than you in everything. And it hurts just so much when both take place simultaneously.

I don’t know why she never responded after a while. We just met a couple of days before she stopped replying at all. We’ve been on a few trips together, talked long nights on the phone and bought gifts for each other even with no reason altogether. It’s like loosing a piece of one’s self. Some part is missing, and it yearns to put itself back together again.

Tiring, these few weeks have been. Juggling school and the various training sessions are tough. And sharing a bed with someone else now means not always getting a good night’s rest anymore. Exams are in six weeks, and I’ve quite a few competitions scheduled in between. Studies always before sports, I try to remind myself. However, I usually end up being able to train for 3-4 hours straight but only study for 1 hour straight at best. In anycase, I’m doing well, well enough to be doing 2 extra core modules and 2 additional elective modules this semester. My lecturer says I possibly might graduate almost a year ahead of my peers. “Genius.” I commend myself.

In laws are treating me well, and so is he. Our new place will be up in two months, over the other side of the farm, nearer to the city. It’ll be holidays, and I’ll be doing the decors of the house then. Feel free to come over anytime. Just to let you in on how well the one you chose for me is doing, he’s completed his masters, will be taking a three month break before continuing on the 3rd degree. What foresight you had.

With love,
Sasha~