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What makes one person quit and the other keep trying?
Is it a matter of your genetic characteristics?
A natural drive that results from a unique combination of chemicals and hormones?
Do you learn to keep on truckin through parenting and observation?
Did pops or mom teach you to "never give up son" or "don't quit no matter how bad it hurts"? Both physically and mentally?
What can you guys relate to this topic? A personal story or an example acquired in life by watching others ought ot keep us entertained.
My week and for that matter my last few years have been interesting. Terminations from decent jobs. Brushes with the law. Financial mayhem that could have lead to ruin. Multiple motorcycle crashes and lay downs (good thing I wore gear).
A fistfight or two I will not admit to more.
I thought I had it bad but realize that many people have things worse and struggle just to put food on the table. I luckily never had to struggle to eat.
I might have gone without a few desires but never went without my needs.
Nowadays, I could care less about material wealth (except for my Busa because that is my escape vehicle) and would relatively easily walk away from all my material slavery just to get a breath of fresh air or lighten my mind's burden.
My friend was arrested last week here in Sarajevo because he was having a bit too much fun on the eve of his flight out of the country and (details are still sketchy) got into a brawl with a local jackazz downtown at 0145 or sometime near there. The local guy got stomped and his car was "moved without his consent to allow for my friend's driver's vehicle to pass" but somehow the windows were all broken and the keys tossed in a field. These actions were admitted to by the other American at the scene and later retracted once he sobered up to the reality of the consequences of his actions. Being that my friend no longer held immunity but the other american does, my buddy is still in a holding cell working through the remnants of a post-communist redtape ridden legal system fighting and assault, GTA, and destruction of property charge while the other American is on a fast track home to H-Town.
My friend is good although I have not been able to see him. I just feared this prison system may be similar to that in Turkey for the Movie "Midnight Express". Luckily it is fairly livable and he may be released tomorrow after paying everybody and their mothers a bribe and restitution for stuff he didn't do. Oh well live and learn, any thirty year old man that finds himself in that situation is probably in need of self-evaluation anyway.
So what's your story?
Is it a matter of your genetic characteristics?
A natural drive that results from a unique combination of chemicals and hormones?
Do you learn to keep on truckin through parenting and observation?
Did pops or mom teach you to "never give up son" or "don't quit no matter how bad it hurts"? Both physically and mentally?
What can you guys relate to this topic? A personal story or an example acquired in life by watching others ought ot keep us entertained.
My week and for that matter my last few years have been interesting. Terminations from decent jobs. Brushes with the law. Financial mayhem that could have lead to ruin. Multiple motorcycle crashes and lay downs (good thing I wore gear).
A fistfight or two I will not admit to more.
I thought I had it bad but realize that many people have things worse and struggle just to put food on the table. I luckily never had to struggle to eat.
I might have gone without a few desires but never went without my needs.
Nowadays, I could care less about material wealth (except for my Busa because that is my escape vehicle) and would relatively easily walk away from all my material slavery just to get a breath of fresh air or lighten my mind's burden.
My friend was arrested last week here in Sarajevo because he was having a bit too much fun on the eve of his flight out of the country and (details are still sketchy) got into a brawl with a local jackazz downtown at 0145 or sometime near there. The local guy got stomped and his car was "moved without his consent to allow for my friend's driver's vehicle to pass" but somehow the windows were all broken and the keys tossed in a field. These actions were admitted to by the other American at the scene and later retracted once he sobered up to the reality of the consequences of his actions. Being that my friend no longer held immunity but the other american does, my buddy is still in a holding cell working through the remnants of a post-communist redtape ridden legal system fighting and assault, GTA, and destruction of property charge while the other American is on a fast track home to H-Town.
My friend is good although I have not been able to see him. I just feared this prison system may be similar to that in Turkey for the Movie "Midnight Express". Luckily it is fairly livable and he may be released tomorrow after paying everybody and their mothers a bribe and restitution for stuff he didn't do. Oh well live and learn, any thirty year old man that finds himself in that situation is probably in need of self-evaluation anyway.
So what's your story?