David Karpel’s haiku shows us that “pure” is not synonymous with flawless.
Editor’s Note: We’ve all felt the pressure. Sometimes we ride it and it takes us to our greatest performances. Sometimes not. Sometimes it absolutely buckles us to the point where the presentation or moves or words we practiced a hundred times now embarrass us. This haiku reminded me that pressure does press us and the result — whether it’s the one we hoped for or not — is “the purest self.”
In the fight, pressure
presses you like an olive —
gleens the purest self.
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