We’d often argue over the most trivial things. Each night we fell asleep, it was seemingly nothing—at least during the time. Because short moments of anger show small differences in character, and little things do add up. We didn’t stop to think about who we would be ten years from now; we only painted a picture that was golden. We envisioned ourselves in a nice, comfortable bed that was big enough for the two of us. I told myself one night that if God forsaken us with a curse, it was the inability to foresee and to awaken our unconscious souls that were, in fact, reserved for other special persons. That was the theory anyway. My mother once told me that love is a risk and reminded me that, should we engage in love, we must immerse ourselves in a sense of awareness of the consequences. In other words, we put ourselves up for this. We can’t pull back to see it all start again. We are only gifted with the chance to see how it all ends.
The intimacy came to a stop not too long after different people shaped a different me. I developed different wants and, in turn, I developed different needs. People ask if I regret the choices I made. But how could I? Because I invested so much time and effort? That is never a good reason to maintain permanence; however, my reasons will be a topic of conversation in the later future. Like, later-later. What I do think is: some people seem perfect at one point in time, no? And for feelings to change is a matter to blame on inevitability—not us, not others, not anybody. You might realize one day that you need to find somebody who doesn’t change for you, but rather with you. A person who lives on the same frequency as you, but doesn’t smother you. She wasn’t that girl for me, though. Like I said, little things add up, and it wasn’t until some years later that we’d see the bigger picture unravel its most bittersweet truth.
How unfortunate, though. I don’t really know how to end a thought like this. I want to believe that this is the part where I say, “And the moral of the story is..” Actually, I haven’t produced a suitable one. I guess it’d be that you should keep moving forward. Don’t let broken emotions or memories throw you into a pit stop. Don’t stop your walk. Don’t stop. But that’s erotic, or maybe too cliché.
I can’t really watch the NFL anymore. If the slow destruction of those athletes wasn’t enough, the strangling hypocrisy takes the cake.
Yes, I’m a big boxing fan, but boxing (and the UFC) is sold as fighting. There’s no guess work involved. I’m clearly watching two men fight for a living. The NFL is sold as a mainstream (and extremely popular) glamour sport. Sunday afternoons. Sunday nights. Monday nights. Thursday nights. Thanksgiving. Buy this player’s jersey. Gather ‘round the television to watch the Superbowl. Madonna at halftime.
The NFL dishonestly disguises their pugilism. The NFL is fine with it’s employees dangerously risking their lives, and almost always compromising their futures, every single game. If the league was upfront about what happens to its players, if they were open and honest about the dangers of their sport to the hundreds of millions of children who watch it every week, I could get over it all.
But they won’t, because it would hurt their bottom line. They’re no different from tobacco companies in that regard.
You cannot stand and cheer when your favorite team blindsides the opposing quarterback, then support Goddell punishing a franchise for encouraging just that in a capitalist system. You must know and acknowledge that what you’re celebrating is league-sanctioned, and culturally-accepted brutality, which is handsomely paid for by the Budweiser and Chevrolets of the world.
I’m shaking my head at the NFL -___-
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“Chicago” by Sufjan Stevens and “Clocks” by Coldplay played over each other.
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Goodbye to another year. Goodbye mistakes. Goodbye broken hearts. Goodbye lost loves. Goodbye empty promises. Goodbye accomplished challenges. Goodbye memories. Goodbye failed attempts. Goodbye 2011. And hello 2012. Hello resolutions. Hello seconds chances. Hello future love. Hello opportunities. Hello new ideas. Hello to a clean slate. Hello to a new year.
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lol, it’s become more of a hobby.
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it’s really annoying when people are celebrating the birth of christ on christmas and certain people feel the need to rain on their parade saying “ummmm ACTUALLY jesus was born in (insert any month that’s not december).” nobody knows what day he was born so they just chose a day to celebrate his birth, it might not be accurate but so what? get over it. it’d be like if your birthday was on a tuesday and you had a party on the weekend, and someone showed up and said “ummm ACTUALLY your birthday was on tuesday, not today. so stop celebrating.”just let them celebrate what they believe, it’s not going to kill you.
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Don’t aim at success - the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one’s dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long run - in the long run I say! - success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think of it.
“I get the honor of introducing the next teammate. He’s one of the most versatile players in the entire NBA. He can play every position, and he’s one of the most unselfish players. Sacrifices his own personal success for the team success. Without him, we wouldn’t have these rings. My good friend, Lamar Odom.”
- Luke Walton, Oct. 2010, Lakers Championship ring ceremony
Still hurts.
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Probably the most challenging aspect of setting goals is what you do after you actually accomplish them.
…By damn it, you set new ones…
What’s the lesson? Michael Jordan would tear your heart out and show it to you.
March 19, 1993
Jordan had a poor night from the field against the Washington Bullets (feels good to write “Bullets”). The Bullets took a 1-point lead with five minutes left in the 4th quarter, when Michael rattles off the Bulls’ next 11, winning the game 104 - 99. Great finish, but not the focus of our lesson.
Despite the win and his own 25-point total, Jordan was angry that the man he guarded, LaBradford Smith, scored 37. Jordan told reporters,
“That was a very embarrassing situation for me. Evidently I didn’t respect the guy and he’s certainly capable of putting up some numbers, and he did. Offensively, it wasn’t going for me and I let that effect my defensive effort and that’s something I will improve on. I look forward to the challenge.”
Jordan continued, telling reporters that Smith mocked him after the game saying,
“Nice game, Mike.”
Now, Mike wants blood, and he didn’t have to wait long. The Bulls played the Bullets only one evening later, this time in Washington. As the legend goes, Jordan promised to score LaBradford’s total from the night prior - 37 points - in the first half. Now, this is a history lesson.
March 20, 1993
Jordan starts the first quarter a perfect 8 for 8 from the floor. At the end of the first, he has 19 points, 4 rebounds and 2 steals. With three seconds left in the second quarter, Jordan has 35, with two free throw attempts at the line.
Somehow, Jordan misses the second, finishing the half with “only” 36 points. The Bulls went on to rout the Bullets by 25. Jordan finished with 47 points, 8 rebounds, 4 assists and 2 steals, while guarding Smith, holding him to 5 of 12 from the floor, for 15 points, no assists, and a turnover.
A ruthless performance. One for the history books, for certain. But the story gets much better. So. Much. Better.
In 1997, Michael Jordan admitted to making the whole thing up. LaBradford never said, “Nice game, Mike.” LaBradford Smith never said a word. Jordan lied. Michael created a fake quote, a phony rivalry, just to fire himself up, so he could kill Little LaBradford and his Bullets the next night.
And in what might be the strangest wrinkle in this otherwise insane story, LaBradford Smith never denied the any of it. As a matter of fact, his Bullet teammates believed Jordan.
Don’t you get it? Michael Jordan would have to be crazy to make up a story like that, and a certifiable maniac to not only believe his own lie, but to act on it, and get his “revenge.”
It’s a good thing to remember: Michael Jordan would tear your heart out. And he’d show it to you.
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Shwayze & Cisco | Drunk Off Your Love (feat. Sky Blu of LMFAO)
Too damn catchy -__-
THE BEACH STORY
A young man desires to become a successful millionaire, so he goes to see the wise guru, who knows the ultimate secret to success.
The young man says to the teacher, “I want to become rich and successful. Can you help me?” The guru smiles and says, “Meet me at the beach tomorrow at 4 AM, and I will tell you the secret to success.”
So the next morning, the young man shows up on the beach at 4 AM, just like the guru had asked, wearing a suit and tie. Upon arriving, he realizes that the guru is already in the water swimming, dressed not in a suit and tie, but in a pair of swimming trunks.
The guru spots the young man and motions for him to come in the water.
So the young man goes knee-deep into the water.
“Come out further,” the guru says.
“This is an expensive suit,” the young man replies, “I came here to learn the secret to success, not the secret to swimming.”
“The secret must be told in this water. It is your choice to learn the secret or not.”
So the young man goes waist-deep into the water, soaking his expensive suit.
“Further,” the guru says.
The young man becomes irritated.
“Listen old man,” he says with impatience, “I’m already in the water. I didn’t come here for a swimming lesson. Tell me the secret to success right now or I’m leaving.”
The guru, unaffected by the young man’s outburst, replies calmly, “You are already waist-deep. What’s a few more steps?”
So the young man wades deeper into the water until the water is up to his neck. The sun is beginning to rise.
“So tell me the secret,” the young man demands.
The guru says, “Sure,” and suddenly forces the young man’s head under the water.
The young man, caught off guard, swallows salty sea water by accident and begins to drown.
He flails his arms and tries to push the guru off him, but the guru continues to hold the young man’s head underwater, using all of his strength to keep him there.
Just before the young man loses consciousness, the guru pulls the young man back up, who begins coughing immediately and gasping for air.
The guru immediately asks the young man a question:
“When your head was under water, what did you want to do?”
“Kill…you…” the young man sputtered out between hacking coughs.
He grabs onto the guru with the intention of drowning him, but the young man is still trying to recover and is unable to push the guru’s head underwater.
“Besides that,” the guru said, pushing the young man’s hands off him. The young man coughs some more. He looks up at the guru and sees that he is still looking at him, waiting for a response.
His stern look causes the young man to become enraged.
“I WANTED TO BREATHE!”
He shoves the guru aside violently and begins stumbling towards the shore, coughing up sea water as he wades and splashes.
What the guru says next however, stops the young man in his tracks:
“When you want success as much you wanted to breathe just now when you were drowning, then, and ONLY THEN, will you have success.”
And with that, the guru goes back to swimming.
And by the end of the year, the young man becomes a multi-millionaire.
Every morning I wake up and watch this video. Whether it’s your education, a passion, working out…what have you…stive for greatness.
