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Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Confusion




I'm confused. Really really confused. The following excerpt from a song describes it perfectly.




Should I take the ball down the middle then I shoot the shot?
I move fast when I dribble, watch out for the block.
I lose focus when I think of her name...
I gotta get get my head in the game...
Does she think about me? Does she feel the same way?
Should I shoot for a 3? Gotta stay in game play...
I think I'm going insane!
Can't get her out of my brain!
Gotta get'cha, get'cha head in the game
Gotta get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha head in the game
Gotta get'cha, get'cha head in the game
Gotta get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha head in the game!
-From "Get'cha Head in The Game" by B5-



Has it ever felt this way to you? And not just the way it means in the song. See living as a game.



Imagine. Your life as an endless basketball game. Every friend you make is a 2-pointer. Every good friend is a 3-pointer. But along the way, life, circumstances beyond your control, block you, push you back down the court, and you must dribble through them all. Whether you manage to score or not all depends on your skill at dribbling. How good are you at making friends? How good are you at correcting the wrongs in relationships, the fouls in the game? Are your actions merely creating oppurtunities for your enemies to sink free throws? And the best part is, you can't even afford to think it through for too long. Just like the shot clock in basketball, in life you also have an insanely limited time to think through words to shoot at the person and see if you score or not.
There are no timeouts. No substitutes. Only temporary teammates, who may betray you any time. In this sense, life is exponentially more difficult than any basketball game, because the stakes are so high. Once you lose, there's no turning back.
But you know, although I believe that everything i just mentioned is true, that's not what I'm concerned about right now. I just feel exactly the way the song excerpt describes it. And I have no idea what to do...



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