Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and somthing else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. That surrender, even the smallest act of giving up stays with me. So when I feel like quitting, I ask myself, which would I rather live with? Facing up to that question, and finding a way to go on, is the real reward, better then anything else. I'm into pain. Why? Because it's self-revelatory, that's why. There is a point where a human encounters his real opponent and understands that it's himself. In my most painful moments, I am at my most curious, and I wonder each and every time how I will respond. Will I discover my innermost weakness, or will I seek out my innermost strength? Its and open-ended question whether or not I will be able to conquer it. You might say pain is my chosen way of exploring the human heart. I don't always go and be the best, sometimes just finishing whatever I face is the best I can do. But with each adversity, I feel I further define my capacity for living. That's why I don't follow the norm, even when I don't have to. I don't want to live forever, I'll die when I'm done living, but until then I intend to do what others thought was impossible.

Some pictures of last night outing