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Divergence of The Heart and Mind

The soundtrack of the week that past. It’s been a physically and emotionally demanding week, and also one abound with reflections of what I truly love. There has been so much pain physically and emotionally, overwhelming but also numbing. I am grateful for those who can sense it, and I recall one particular moment, when one of the girls that I hardly knew till the camp handed me my shades in the middle of a set, and said “it’s time to hide the pain”.

Being away at camp was supposed to create a focused training environment, but everything comes to naught if the heart is somewhere else. That talk with my mum on the phone, the reminder that she was to have her annual physical checkup, the reminder of the cancer scare, the reminder that she could be dying. When too many things come to a head at the same time, there comes too many tough decisions to make. And when you dither over them or lack the strength to take the tough actions, you suffer and hang in an excruciating balance.

Never once have I felt like I knew exactly what I wanted, and yet also felt that I had no idea what I want. For relationships are messy things, and trusting your heart isn’t always the wisest thing. I have the ideal scenario, but it is a selfish one; for I try to make everyone happy through compromising, and yet I know that no one will truly be happy in the end. Someone asked me that day, “after over 3 years in the sport, surely you know that it’s something you love and want to do it for life right?” I was in complete agreement, but my mind instinctively drifted to ask: isn’t it the same with loving someone?

Perhaps I am jaded after not having felt truly happy and content in a long while. Or maybe as humans we always expect something in return for what we give. The guilt and unhappiness that I go through each day – maybe I expect to get something that would make it all worthwhile. But the lonely weekends and solitary days invariably makes one feel that there is no difference whether there is someone special in your life or not; for there is no companionship, and the loneliness and emptiness that we seek to relieve still haunts you,

The Truth Is…

The truth is that my heart broke when I heard your voice; that I didn’t say what I really wanted to say: which is that I miss your hugs, your kisses, your cuddles, your smile. That I miss you. That I want you back too.

Pitting the Heart against Reason

Reason says let go, move on. The heart says hang on, fight on. Each day passes in a blur, no texts or calls to look forward in the night, only longing and emptiness when bedtime comes. So afraid and tired of all the problems, no strength and will to deal with them. A huge part of me longs to go back to where we were, to what we were; but the reason and logic intrude, reminding me of the hurt, the physical intimacy that never was and never will be sorted out, the insecurities that I hide, and the fears. Are these problems that could have been solved if I tried? But I have tried, and I ended up hurt. I gave up trying, but I’m still hurting.

Far From Home

12 hours of traveling brought me here, a place that I’ve been before, where familiarity meets foreign. High up in the hills, where the weather is cold and winds chilly, where the waters of the lake vacillate between hot and cold, depending on where the sun shines. We live in huts amidst trees and forest cover, with overhanging balconies overlooking the beautiful lake, and the mountains in the distance.

The calm and serenity of the surroundings stands in start contrast to the inside of the huts. In mine, bags and shoes are spewed across the floor, loaves of bread and jars of peanut butter line my coffee table and my bike sits in the vast, spacious toilet. Bottles of water accompany my laptop and notes on the reading desk, in preparation of long studying sessions in between the training and racing.

I shut my door to the noise of my travel companions and team mates. I politely decline invitations to head out for lunch, choosing instead my bread and energy bars as sustenance. I stay away from the rooms where the activities are, where everyone gather to play card games and chat, choosing instead to do my readings to the sounds of Jack Johnson. I nap intermittently, awoken by thirst and hunger. I take a bath, and suddenly realised while looking in the mirror, how thin I looked. Lean and mean; that’s what a friend told me. Weak and broken; that’s what my mind says. I’m physically stronger and faster than I’ve ever been, but mentally more broken than ever. Perhaps it makes sense, because all the mental and emotional pain has been diverted to training and racing with a vengeance. I push myself to break past limits, I’ve been hitting crazy training volumes, spending insane amounts of time cycling and running harder than ever on every single run.

6 days away in a place far from home, but the heart is elsewhere.

Desire

“I don’t have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to hug you, I have the ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart that’s aching to see you smile again.”

A heart that’s aching to see your smile again.

The heart has it’s reasons which reason knows nothing of.

Perhaps there always comes a time when we take stock of what and how our lives have been progressing. Not in terms of tangible results, but of the people and experiences in life. When we assess how far we’ve come in truly experiencing life, in influencing people and in sharing our lives, passions and knowledge with others.

We think about ourselves in relation to others; we think about feelings, emotions. I made the decision to be brutally honest with myself, because I have been afraid of facing the truth of what I really felt. But that’s the easy part. The hard part comes when we have to share the brutal truth with those dearest to us. How do I make him understand that after giving this relationship so many tries, I still cannot say that I’ll be ready to fight for it when I have to? That the circumstances at home are pressing and I will never be able to give up the relationship with my parents that I’ve worked so hard to build over the years? I’ve been tired and even more so. That the pressure of this relationship is crushing, when everything I do, I fear that he becomes unhappy, angry. That we can’t seem to understand each other beyond the level of interests and opinions. The compromises that we have struggled to make snowball into stifling constraints. After so long, I still find it difficult to be completely open and honest about all the feelings and things I’m going through. I tried, but I can’t seem to be understood.

How many times do I have to cover up or avoid questions from my parents. How many times do I have to sit down and be subject to their degrading talks? As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. But for the moments of happiness, how much sadness and pressure do we have to go through? WIll it all be worth it in the end? I don’t know, because I know deep down, with brutal honesty, that I will never be able to cross all the hurdles to get to the end.

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