A basketball team who scores more points than another wins. They are by any definition considered successful. If a player on the other team scored 60 points, but his team lost, he is considered unsuccessful.
A middle school kid who suffers weekly swirlies in the gym locker room is considered a loser. When said kid grows up, develops a new technology and sells his work for millions of dollars, he is now considered hugely successful. In fact, he is more successful because of his triumph over middle school bullies and his overall rise to the throne of success from the throne of porcelain.
What does this have to do with the war I currently find myself in with vermin? I'll tell you. For a few nights it was hard to sleep. I kept waking up, thinking I could hear those beady eyes and see that terrible smell of mice (yes, at 2,3 and 4am you hear the eyes and see the smell. Sometimes you think it is Monday morning and you are late for work when it is really Saturday. The hours past midnight are akin to Wonderland, where nothing is as it seems). Anyways, the sightings are gone. The smell is diminishing. The traps are untouched. Don't get me wrong. I believe the mice are still out there. Planning, scheming, plotting and dreaming the revenge of their fallen brethren. I, on the other hand, dreamed last night that my friend Alex and I were in a cross country tandem cycling competition, only we were using Big Wheels. And we were winning. And we won.
"Only he who is successful has the opportunity to enjoy the bliss of wild dreams." - Confucius
Randy
(Okay, okay. Confucius didn't say or pen that quote. But if he did, that would have been awesome.)
P.S. - Here is a picture of our new set of wheels, er, Rowan's set of wheels.
1 comment:
Nice wheels dude, great minds think alike. And mice, you'll never stand a chance. Humans actually are much more intelligent than mice. At least during the daylight hours.
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