What if?
What happens if you take out Gerrard from Liverpool?
What happens if you take out Messi from Barcelona?
What happens if you take out the player who has the most vision and awareness of the game from a team?
Crossroads are hard When the time comes to move Sometimes you crash hard Trying to stop the hands of time Which way do I go? Or should I not move at all? Stay rooted in time Stuck in the moment Should I turn back? And run into the arms Of old and safe Be content and sane Crossroads are hard Lead you to the unknown Either way we trudge Is sunshine over there? The crossroads don't tell Perhaps either way Its darkness all around
What happens if you take out Gerrard from Liverpool?
If there are any words unspoken
This same Monday week, 10 years ago, I started my journey in the rodent race. I don't like that term. It is not a race, but rather, it is about sustaining yourself in the midst of craziness (and personal strife). It is about learning calmness and wisdom beyond your years, if you so wish to be at the forefront. It is about endurance, humility, perserverance and grace.
My heart is still restless. I miss being out there, seeing the world passing me by. New sounds, new sights, new smell and new tastes. Adventure. Experience. People.
I am suprised how guarded I can be even with someone I shouldn't be so with. I have no idea what I am holding back my words and actions for, because really, there is no reason or intent or plans of any kind. It all happened without a thought. I find it all amusing and my close friends find it really weird because to them, they only know the relaxed, no holds barred, dry witted man.