Sunday, November 20, 2011

We are who we are.

People don't play sports because its fun.
Ask any athlete, most of them hate it, but they couldn't imagine their life with out it.
Its part of them, the love/hate relationship.
Its what they live for.
They live for the practices, parties, cheers, long bus rides, invitationals, countless pairs of different types of shoes, water, Gatorade, & coaches you hate but appreciate.
They live for the way the hate when someone sitting outside cheers their opponent, or even takes his/her side.
They live for the way it feels when they beat the other team, and knowing those two extra sprints they ran in practice were worth it.
The live for the way they feel after a defeat, and promise themselves to bounce back higher next time.
They live for the way they become a family with their team, they live for the countless songs they sing in their head while training all those hours.
They live for the competition, they live for the friends, the practices, the memories, the pain.
Its who they are.
It's who we are.. :')

Monday, November 7, 2011

A Beautiful Mess


This is purely a work of fiction.

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I am not the most optimistic person you will come across. No. I don't expect the best. You'll ask why I'm so cynical. I'll answer this question today. I'll answer everyone who complains of my being a pessimist.Once upon a time, there was a happy-go-lucky girl inside me. With no fears, doubts. Only hopes and aspirations. She was an idealist. She believed everything happened for the best. She loved colors.They made her feel alive. She loved the rainbow and would get excited at the sight of one. She said some stuff she shouldn't have sometimes, but that's okay, because she loved herself. She clumsily applied nailpaint. She loved cupcakes, and the icing on them. She thought everything and everyone was perfect. She was extraordinary. She loved. Immensely. Passionately. Truly. Deeply.

But not very long ago, her trust, faith was ripped apart. She came to know that everything has a bad side, and often, the bad takes over the good. The demons take over the angels. She was exposed to the ugly truth of life. And there she was, with her existence significant to no one but herself, sitting with her legs hugging her chest, with a river of tears flowing from her heavily kohled eyes, sniffing, puffy red swollen eyes..she just sat there. Silent and calm. There were so many question she wanted answers to. So many untold stories she wanted to hear. She wanted to know...so much. Some things are better left unsaid. She told herself. But the other part of her wanted to know. Every single detail. Every single moment. Every single truth. She lost control. She lost faith. She lost hope. She stopped loving. She stopped caring. She stopped..living. She was no more than a dead body.

Materialistic things stopped bothering her. As a matter of fact, nothing bothered her. Her existence was as good as nil. Each day went by..nothing changed. No one cared. She still sat in her dark room. With only one window which let some light peep through. Her legs hugging her chest. with a river of tears flowing from her heavily kohled eyes, sniffing, puffy red swollen eyes..she just sat there. She is the most fragile thing you've ever seen. It's like she would break any moment. Only with a touch. She looks beautiful.

She always prayed to God for a savoir. The one who would break all the chains, all the barriers and would set her free.The one who would make her feel beautiful. The one who would love her and embrace her with her flaws and imperfections. The one wouldn't promise her a miracle, but who will always be trying, for trying is what is important. But disappointed she was. She lost faith in God. She turned to Atheism. She thought if there was any God at all, He wouldn't let her go through so much pain and agony and misery. He would comfort her when she needed him to. He would give her strength and courage to face life. He would correct everything. He would...be there fixing her problems.

But most of all,


He would've have let her become the girl the originally was.