Transmute = to change or alter in form, appearance, or nature and especially to a higher form.
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
– E.M. Forster
Bowline = A rope fastened near the middle of the leech or perpendicular edge of the square sails, by subordinate ropes called bridles, and used to keep the weather edge of the sail tight forward when the ship is close-hauled.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
– Mark Twain
Solitary = living or being by one’s self; having no companion present; alone; lonely.
“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
“To succeed, you need to find something to hold on to, something to motivate you, something to inspire you.” – Tony Dorsett
Success issmoothly undefined. But when I get up at the crack of dawn burning with impatience to start work, I know that maybe I have done something good. Succeeding is not a battle. As keeping a diet is not a short term fight but a poised long term lifestyle. You do something different and more every day without solely concentrating on the scope.
My settlement for success is the place where I do what I like and what I want in an untainted sort of way. I like meeting new people and keeping their interest high on my way of solving their communication clashes. I love writing and using my words for attracting keepers of beautiful ideas that inspire…My passions are the same, persuasion has more ways now.
Temperament dictates living and doing. And succeeding. I do precisely what I want and stick to my plan. Nevertheless your words can persuade me on other paths. Gladly I desire good things for me and my people and I want to help first, and then to ponder over ways to practice what I preach. I love the words that unite…I abhor the words that divide.
“Success does not consist in never making mistakes but in never making the same one a second time.” ―George Bernard Show
Mistakes are manifold and not important. Important is what we do with them. We can make them renewable or nonrenewable. Time is not renewable, it is just one flow “at a time”. It is said that successful people are able to do more in the space of one day. Time allows everything to happen and be created. Persuading time to stop is a way to success…? Time, imagination and temperament are the means of creating something as beautiful as this:
Now that spring is here I pluck up courage to send winter away with one last snowy post before the start of lilac hunting season. There is so much joy and timid relaxation in the colors of a new spring.
My sport routine makes me a very predictable person, nevertheless the routine process of clinging to my sport habits is not exactly clear-cut. What is unpredictable is the way I mold circumstances and time into allowing me to have my predictable sport routine. I cannot adjust it to mountain skiing. I just find solutions to get through less pain to see more gain.
For me mountain skiing is excruciatingly painful as I busted my knees many times over and last time they failed me on the slope…I have found a solution: cross-country skiing. No slopes, only snow and 2 meter long skis. And the penchant to run…Flatly speaking, it is wonderful.
Outdoors sporting is about braving limits…my cold limits. It felt like being stung by thousands of bees from Narnia and by icicles blown away by a malevolent giant. My fingers and face went numb. I still retain a bit of winter glass in my eyes. Nevertheless in the cold I find clarity and adversity…
And feeling. For one, I want to touch the magic of the world in a gale that ravishes my cheeks, and in the fire of folstitia that burns for Spring below the paleness of March moons.
I illustrate with my humble person, made humbler by the monster building behind, the Bucharest Palace Of Parliament, at the crossroads of winds.