Summer of Satoshi!

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

Theodore Roosevelt, April 23, 1910.

The early stages of any endeavour, particularly where one starts from an inauspicious position, are the most challenging, difficult and error-ridden. One experiences the maximum level of failure. As socially self-conscious animals, we have a natural aversion to having our shortcomings and deficiencies conspicuously displayed to the world.

Where one is seriously out of shape, stepping into a gym full of fit, aesthetic specimens, standing out like a sore thumb, and struggling to perform even the most basic of exercises, is a degrading experience.

Where one has developed anti-social habits and proclivities, the affirmation that one must 'get out more' engenders the very same feelings of discomfort and resistance. 

Where one earns the moniker of prospective 'mature student', said prospect of returning to formal education to pursue academic endeavours is fraught with tribulation. 

Aversion to discomfort and failure leads most of us to live our lives in a self-imposed mental prison of ever narrowing horizons and expectations.

This blog represents a bored authors efforts to break out from the monotony of mundane existence and re-engage his exceedingly rusty creative faculties.