One year to go…

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365 days.

That is all that’s left between now and the day I’ve dreamt that I’ll be part of since 2006.

I’ve never been so close to my dream, but at the same time I’ve never felt so far away.

All this while I’ve made my life decisions based on that single goal, however naively, to make it to the London Olympics someday.

Every fork in the road I choose the path that might have led me closer, set aside my fears and walked the path less travelled.

But with only 365 days to go, the destination just seems too far away.

There’s no escaping the reality of my performance and more than once I find myself questioning whether I should be going on or moving on.

But I’ve made a decision to stick it out to the end anyway.

I know it’s tough, but you should too ok? We’ll stick it out together you and me. It ain’t over till the fat lady sings, and the fat lady hasn’t sung yet.

So look forward and please, hold on to your dreams.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost