The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.
The thing that is important is the thing that not seen… It is just as it is with the flower。 If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night。 All the stars are abloom with flowers…