The Climb

It may be pretty cliché, but I'm reminded every single day, through every single failure...that loss, failure, rejection, mistakes, set backs and anything of the sort...is all part of life. It helps you grow, it motivates you and it makes you stronger. I feel bad for people who dwell on that ish or can't get over like a bad break out or a failed test or course or being fired or whatever you know. All that ish is part of life...to help you grow as an individual. It reminds me of the quote from Rocky...that it's not about how hard you can hit, but it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. Cuz life is gonna throw you curveballs, sliders, knuckleballs, anything but fast balls right down the middle...cuz that's be too easy...it's through struggle, trial, hardships, pain...that we learn, that we grow and that we become better. This can apply to anything...when you're working out, embrace that struggle...when you're playing ball...you're gonna lose, you're gonna turn the ball over, you're gonna make mistakes, but that's okay. Similarly in your christian life and walk with God...yiu're gonna stumble...you're gonna sin...you're gonna make mistakes...but God forgives you every single time with the intention you'll learn from it. This is definitely the mentality I've been adopting as of late...that life is a climb...but the view will be great.

I Wish That I Could Wake Up With Amnesia

Don't ask about the title lol, heard that from some song on the radio and thought it was very applicable to this post. So every now and then I have this one recurring dream where something traumatic happens in my life and I injure my head really badly. Whether that's like me falling down stairs and hitting my head or like getting punched in the back of the head or something...pretty much I'm in the hospital and I wake up with no memory of anything or anyone but my family. So legit I don't know who I am, I am as in like my likes, my dislikes, what I do for fun, my hobbies, things like that. I don't know who my friends are, who my enemies are, all things of the sort. Whenever I have this dream it gets me thinking what life would be like lol...cuz it's essentially a fresh start. How would people treat me...who would my friends be...what kind of person would I be? All these questions go through my head and it's funny cuz I feel like whenever I dream this dream...I live a different life...I have different friends, different hobbies or interests and I myself am a different kind of person. It's just interesting seeing...or at least dreaming or what my life would be like if I say wasn't into sports and was into books or something...or didn't chill with the group of people I do now and chill with a different kind of group you know, definitely makes for some interesting mornings when I'm trying to remember my dreams lol.

A Toast To The Fallen...

Just lying in bed...thinking about life and a lot of friendships in my life that have come and gone. Like people I was close with, people in my tight knit circle...who now aren't even in my general circle of friends, it's sad and it stings a bit. Went to my friends bday party on Saturday, known this dude since grade 4...just being able to see him and all the boys I've known since elementary and high school, dang. Makes me reminisce right now about the people I was once close to but am not anymore. There are a few standout people who I literally trusted my world with...nothing in particular happened...life just took us on different paths...and it sucks, but that's how life is...people come and people go, but I'm blessed to have continued the relationships I still have, developed on relationships or made new relationships. So here's a toast...to all my homies who I once called brothers and sisters...you'll always have a place in my heart.

The B In BRB

LOL sorry guys...know I've been slacks...Tuesday was the last post...legit where has the time gone...lots to catch you up on...been a long day today, legit in church all day for the most part. Not much up with me but school, church and friends...life has been slow...but school feels like it's moving fast...it's almost December...meaning...5 years of the best you never heard...it means christmas break, christmas, new years...always one of the busiest times of the year, but I'll def do my best to keep you updated, till next time,sooner than later, peace.

Count To 3

I have a post titled the same thing, feel free to search it up and read what it's about. Pretty much today I did something I've been thinking and talking to my friend  about a lot and though it didn't go as planned I'm still happy I did it. I prolonged it for a couple of weeks to the point where I didn't think I'd do it. Today it was right in front of me once again but I almost let it slip away...I thought in my head about that post and the whole counting to 3 thing and I told myself to man the eff up Rodmond...I counted to 3 and did it. I'm really proud of myself cuz it's a whole confidence thing and I think I've come a really long way from the person that I was in high school...

Early Experiences of Heartbreak

I never knew you could experience heartbreak from something that wasn't a girl lol. I'll always consider elementary school grade 7 and 8 some of the best years and highlights of my life. I met one of the greatest teachers of my life...someone who today I can call my friend and a role model. Any ways...so grade 7 and 8...our sr volleyball team was a tight knit group of guys...we would always go for sushi dinners and ish...stay super late at practice, like 6-7pm LOL...like it was dark when we all were walking home. I remember one year I was a serve specialist so I always subbed on for the captain of the team cuz he had serving problems, so we would always sub for one another. Any ways I remember the end of the year tournament...the areas, if you won you would go to regionals. We were in the final 4 facing William Berczy PS....it was the final set, 1-1 apiece and it 23-22 for them. Our setter got called for a VERRRRRY suspect call that he touched the net when he said he didn't and everyone watching said he didn't...our coach was ready to flip...but we lost the point...24-22 them, match point for them. We got the point back and it was 24-23...our serve...captain's up, so coach subs me in, my serves were nice...low, like bullets, but I also had confident issues when it came to pressure situations...so I was nervous as heck. Bounce 3 times...spin the ball, serve...it goes over, I breathe a sigh of relief and get into position...WHISTLE BLOWS...ref says redo...that I served before he blew the whistle...one more and it would be a violation and point for them...here I am panicking and heart POUNDING. Bounce the ball 3 times...spin the ball, serve...it goes over to the back middle...guy doesn't touch it...WHISTLE BLOWS...OUT...we lose 25-23. I literally dropped to my knees...it discouragement and depression...I couldn't belief if...it was like everything that we worked for all year, all those practices, net jumps, running up and down the stairs...making it to the final 4...went down the drain cuz I overserved...my heart sunk. Immediately my captain and the floor captain on our team picked me up and comforted me and we shook hands with the other team. We all went into the stairwell of that school...some random high school...we were all silent...sad...discouraged...so close...our coach came in...and gave us a talk...how we started off and we were bad....but we worked out butts off to make it as far as we did...we were more than a team...we were family...we did things no ordinary team would do together and with their coach...it was fun...obviously none of us could really take in the words being said atm cuz we were all dwelling on the loss. Man, now that I think back to that...I get sad LOL....if we did make it to finals we would've lost no doubt...Parkview killled their opponent with ease and made it to the finals and killed William Berczy 3-0...they had a BUNCH of guys who all played club volleyball...who I'm cool with now and they all eventually went to Bill Crothers the sports school...but man...those feels lol

Fullness of Time

Not too sure where this post is headed or what the point is really lol. I was just sitting around I forgot where...and I was like man...time is so versatile. 20 minutes can feel like a snap of a finger...but it can also feel like an eternity. 20 minutes in the morning when you snooze your alarm goes by within what it feels like 5 minutes...but 20 minutes until class ends feels like time is moving as slow as a snail. Lately I've been concerned with time...and the feeling of wasting time and not wanting to you know...I really want to make the most of my time, now and the future...I don't wanna feel like I'm wasting time cuz I've felt that plenty in my life...time is a pretty interesting concept. The fact that it can feel like it's going by super fast when you're having so much fun...but can also feel like it's taking forever to get something you dread doing over with.