Hate Brings Me To My Knees, Love

People Who Are Interested With Me Have For Sure Gotten Older Over The Years, For Example, Grandparents Are Coming Up To Me Telling Me They Grew Up Watching Me.

It's No Accident, I Think, That Tennis Uses The Language Of Life. Advantage, Service, Fault, Break, Love, The Basic Elements Of Tennis Are Those Of Everyday Existence, Because Every Match Is A Life In Miniature. Even The Structure Of Tennis, The Way The Pieces Fit Inside One Another Like Russian Nesting Dolls, Mimics The Structure Of Our Days. Points Become Games Become Sets Become Tournaments, And It's All So Tightly Connected That Any Point Can Become The Turning Point. It Reminds Me Of The Way Seconds Become Minutes Become Hours, And Any Hour Can Be Our Finest. Or Darkest. It's Our Choice.

If I've Learned Nothing Else, It's That Time And Practice Equal Achievement.

I Question Myself Every Day. That's What I Still Find Motivating About This. I Don't Have The Answers, I Don't Pretend That I Do Just Because I Won The Match. Just Keep Fighting And Maybe Something Good Happens.

This Is The Only Perfection There Is, The Perfection Of Helping Others.