Perspectives
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Are people held back by their adherence to the beliefs of the majority or doing things in the conventional way?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Ayrton Senna
It marks not only the anniversary of his passing, but also the last driver to die in an F1 car to this day. Him being the last death in the sport is a testament to how much of an impact he, along with Roland Ratzenberger, had made with his tragic demise.
Born in São Paulo, March 21, 1960. A Brazilian three-time Formula 1 world champion was the man that inspired awe in every person to see him race.
Widely regarded as the greatest driver to ever take part in the sport. He grew up surrounded by the support and love of his family and country. From a very early age he saw competition in any manner as a very good way to grow as a person. His passion for winning saw him through 'til his untimely death in 1994 at a Formula 1 race circuit in Imola, Italy.
The circumstances of his death are still debated as no one is put officially to blame out of respect to him, his family and the sport. After restarting the race due to an earlier accident he quickly went back into a race pace. He lost control of his car on a mild left turn in the circuit. He hit the wall at an almost straight angle at 135 miles per hour.
His skull was fractured along with major head trauma and strikes by parts of the car to his helmet, breaking through it. He was pulled out quickly by medical teams and rushed to a hospital where he was declared dead at thirty-four years old. It was 1994, I was seven years old and my father was the same age as Senna, 34. I still wonder what I was doing that day. My father was only lightly interested in F1 at the time so I wasn't a fan yet... but I still wonder what I was doing that day.
Ayrton Senna lived a life of constant progression.
Never totally satisfied in any aspect. He was always looking for more. Whether it was a mere quarter of a second faster that he sought or the whole world, he always looked for that next horizon.
In a way he was the ultimate human, in my view.
The human spirit is that of tireless pioneering and dominance. Pioneering new ranges of art, science, love, passion... this is the purpose of life; to chase.
He chased.
Ayrton Senna Da Silva ran his car past the limit. He ran it past the race engineers' conceivable limits, the expectations of the other racers - and even himself.
He recognized hints of a mystical force that helped him persevere.
Ayrton Senna - " And so you touch this limit, something happens and you suddenly can go a little bit further. With your mind power, your determination, your instinct, and the experience as well, you can fly very high. "
"And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension. "
It was him closing in on the ultimate finish.
He had a character of strength you could never replicate. It was so effortless and true. He didn't want to race for anything but himself, sheer dedication. The Brazilian people honored him almost as a god in the pride they shined on him. He was deserving of that much.
He brought his country together through the foundations he established. He supported and mentored all his peers as much as anyone could. He created the basis for the modern Grand Prix Drivers' Association. He also strongly supported every young driver to come through the sport with personal advice and constant positivity.
He kept the spirits up of those around him for selfless reasons and at the same time he caused his competition to grow even stronger with it, true sportsmanship.
After his death it was found by his family that he had donated hundreds of millions of his wealth to children's charities in his country. He advocated youth mentor programs, was against selfish government and helped in any small way he could to improve the life of his people, he loved his Brasil.
To this day many see his life as a great beacon of power. F1 drivers
The legacy he left behind is that of going beyond yourself as a driver and as a human being. Always believing in yourself and using your mind, not just your body to achieve anything in life.
“The harder I push, the more I find within myself. I am always looking for the next step, a different world to go into, areas where I have not been before. It’s lonely driving a Grand Prix car, but very absorbing. I have experienced new sensations and I want more. That is my excitement, my motivation.”
He taught me to always work above myself in order to get what I want. I learned I carry my body, it does not carry me.
What am I? I am simply willpower and energy bundled into a shell of human existence that you can experience by reading about how much this man meant to me.
This is your life and mine, a life of oneness and the ability to see no reason to stop yourself from doing anything - only more, only better.
Ayrton Senna - a man who flew very high, we will miss you.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Pivot
I've wanted to sort of start over, late.
I'll be completing some of the old thoughts I've managed to neglect 'til now, finale.
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Friday, January 23, 2009
Ny vice: Melted time
2./JaboG 33 - German Made by Hyperfinch
So a vice, by definition, is something widely regarded by society as a bad thing... that you do. It's hard to think of most things I practice to be bad... besides maybe being late... to a lot of things...
Yeah, that'll probably be it. I'm not a punctual person. It gets in the way. I could say I picked it up from my mother, but It's my life.
This is something I really want to stray away from. Being known as the undependable, late, person is just sad and I'd hate for someone to disclude me because of a reputation of being unprompt.
I'm taking the initiative to change each time I get prepared to go somewhere. I realize other people's time is more important than my desire to take things slow for no reason.
It's definitely a vice and it has a strong grip on me but I intend to bust it this time.
Three overplayed songs I love anyway
These are the songs that you'll hear me sing in the shower.
Another one bites the dust by Queen
It's the rhythm of this amazing piece of pop mastery that gets me every time. It's just so simple and fluid, definitely one of the funnest song to try and sing or play. Every time I hear it on the radio I refuse to let up, I love to sing it.
It's absolutely timeless and ahead of its time. Hearing it on the radio just brings a smile to my face. The chorus is just... every lame "party dude"s anthem and it's awesome.
It's just a really great song to shout out and really get into, every time.
Cars by Gary Numan
I love cars. Simple as that. This song is the commuter's anthem of joy. I first got into it while playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice city. The game was set in the '80s so it required Gary Numan's auto classic on the soundtrack.
Every time it came on that virtual radio I could care less where I was going, as long as I could roam around enough to take it all in.
My road-trip mix tape
So this sort of road trip is the one where you have these sudden perfect, proper, moments of silence after you've talked with your travelees. You take the time to simply look away at the world outside and realize how simply amazing life really is...
Road Trippin' by Red Hot Chili Peppers
It's a bit of an obvious choice of song, but I really think it's a deep scope into the feelings you have when going somewhere far-off with good friends, save the lyrics.
A retrospective into life and an excellent source of food for thought for those long moments of quiet you can have on trips, to think for yourself.
It's an absolutely epic song in sound. The sweeping backing keyboard effect is just amazing. It's a good song for first leaving your hometown .
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friends are people too
What about when they're not? With such a simple definition... it's hard to discern when friends are friends or aren't. Maybe you invest part of yourself in a friend and the feelings you have for them are a result of that. Beautiful.
Love feels too. We push and pull on it in the bickering struggle between us friends. We can't carry 'love' all the time. Sometimes it needs a rest. A humble grip is one that lasts forever.
So I take rests friends... and I'll hold onto your essence forever. For fucking ever.