"... a year during which he rowed in the winning Oxford boat, explored Spitsbergen, fell in love with ski-ing, and – perhaps – conquered Everest. The English love rather to live well than to live long.’
This is a quote from a friend of 22-year old mountaineer Andrew Irvine, who disappeared on Everest in 1924.
In addition to the above-listed accomplishments, Irvine was a talented mechanical engineering student and a motorcyclist.
Granted, I can do without the freezing to death on a mountain part, but... how does one live like this? How does one... do things?
For me, the days roll into weeks and months, and suddenly another year is gone, with nothing to show for it. Any one of Irvine's achievements would be a lifetime achievement for me, yet he did it all within one short year, at scarcely more than twenty years of age.
I don't even know how to begin to achieve even a one of these things, or, for that matter, anything. So, I sit here. And another year passes.