First Game

Here it is! The moment we've all been waiting for! The first game of the basketball season. A lot of hard work has been put in and now is the time to show it all off. Coming into this game as the underdogs. Coming in as the new guys. People see them and think to their self that they cannot possibly have any talent. Little do they know that they enjoy being underdogs and coming up big is their specialty. The time has passed, and go time is now. No more stalling. Hide your butterflies and man up. If they see a sense of fear in your eyes, it's all going down hill from there. Stand your ground, play your position, and kill them on the shooting game. This is what it's all about. Prove yourself to be different. Prove yourself to be better. Know that the world is watching and they want to see physical play. Learn that basketball is like life, it's about taking chances. The smarter the chances are, the better you will be. If the chances are a slim to none option, move on to the next play. Big plays are needed, but smart play is what it's all about. Sharing the ball is the cure to a win. Winning is the chance for joy. Joy will lead to more wins! No "Michael Jordan's" need to be made here. Only team players exist on this team. Their is no "I" in "Team." If you miss a shot, brush it off and do something better on the next play. Have a defensive stop or a nice assisst and you'll be back on the money. No grudges are held here. It's not every man for himself. It's one for all, not all for one. The idea is to be on the same and nothing will go wrong, right? ...

The Reason

Why this choice? Their has to have been reason behind this decision. People don't just go around shooting other people. It's a crime. Crimes happen for a reason. Behind every bad, their is good behind it. Not necessarily to the victim, but good for the criminal or person accused of wrong doing. Their is a reason behind these accusations, behind these criminal minds, behind these faulty decisions. People choose to do wrong for satisfaction, not just to do it and get no benefit. What could have been the reason for this murder? What was the motivation? How can someone get satisfaction out of murder? Their has to be a story behind it. Could it have been for love? Maybe just out of pure anger, but anger that lead to satisfaction. The emotion was different before and after the incident. It couldn't have been the same emotion. The criminal had to have been happy somewhere before or after this murder. To think about something like that disgusts me. To know someone gets pure satisfaction out of seeing another human being bleed to death and pass their soul on to the heaven world, sickens me to a puking point. I am in need of this reason. I am losing my mind trying to figure out this reason. Why oh why would someone do such a thing. Kill for their happiness and sadden so many others. It's the devil taking over an individual's body and making them do this. No chance a regular human being living a regular life would do this. It has to be someone living a tough life. Rich people don't go around murdering people. It's the needy and starving for more that go around hurting others and taking what others have because they don't necessarily possess it, even if it means taking away their happiness. Disgust trembles within my body. Fear risens within my surrounding atmosphere. It gets me wondering if someone would do something to me of such sort. This makes me think about my past life time and all the wrongs that I've done to people. I didn't mean to hurt them, and definitely didn't and don't want them to hurt me. I was just having fun, right? Can't blame me for that, right? I feel so wrong. Excuse me, I have to make some calls...

Friend & Friendship

People see the word "friend" and automatically assume it is the same as a "friendship." Little do they know that they are fairly mistaking. To misread such a difference shows the weakness of the human mind. The person who notices this very drastic difference, is one who is rare. For the ability or chance of realizing and going in depth into these two very interchangeable words, takes time and patience. Are some people curious of the difference? Probably not. Do some people even care for it or know their is a difference? Most likely not. To put this out their is my choice and if it's read and understood, then great, but if it's misinterpreted and ignored, even better, because nobody thinks and feels the same way as everyone else. I got this specific idea from the great philosopher, Aristotle himself. I will describe and expand on this great philosopher's ideas. When an individual has a friend, they speak of something so plain and simple, someone who is used for their own beneficial needs. A "friend" is someone who is taken very lightly when not needed for their specific mission. They are not wanted around if their "job" is done. To have a friend is such a vague approach. Individuals have many friends, but not many friendships. The idea of the "friend" is to receive satisfaction from that individual for an area and after that, the person is useless after your pleasure has been reached. While on the other hand, their is the likes of a "friendship", which entitles an individual to have the same likeness or need for the other person as they need or like them. Basically it is an equal relationship in all aspects. A "friendship" is a very rare thing to find and have, but when found can only being wonders to one's life. For having a "friend" can only last so long because an individual has many of those, but each for a different reason, while developing a long lasting "friendship" can mean an improvement of one's life and wisdom. The idea is not to only receive satisfaction, but enjoy another individual's presence for any reason it may be. The strength of a "friendship" lasts forever, while the use of a "friend" disappears after their purpose is used up.

Life: Lived & Conquered

Why do we live? Do we live for the purpose of our own good? Or do we live to make life better for our surroundings? Or maybe we live to enjoy life's qualities and just make them that much better. I mean everyone has a different reason for living. Everyone has there own specific idea of life and what they want from it, correct? So why all this confusion? What can a person be so confused about that they cannot function properly? Maybe confused of life and its whereabouts? Why do we exist? What is our purpose and our target? Everyone is entitled to their own point of view and own ideas. Some live just for the success of themselves, others live for the happiness of seeing others succeed. While one would like to think most live for the success of their self and the enjoyment of seeing others around them filled with the same success or even greater. Life is here to be lived. Take a step forward, never take two steps back in that same move. The ability of the individual shows a lot. It shows what they can withstand, how they can withstand it, and how they will prevent it from occurring in the future. Life is not easy. You're not brought into this world with ease. As you grow up, one realizes what life is all about and all the obstacles that have to be conquered in order to proceed further and be one of virtue. Life at one point needs to be conquered for the better. If an individual takes "life as it comes" to them, success will be of even further reach. Luck is a tough thing to latch onto. It's even harder to maintain. An individual's ability should be the only luck they need. For one to only believe in luck only means danger for one's career and one's future. Conquering life does not mean disobeying and abolishing it, it means to be as productible as possible while an individual is living this so-called "life." Living life is mandatory, but conquering it is optional. It all relies on the person and their "craving" for the better and successful life.

Her Eyes

I stared at her so intimately, not knowing what to expect. When I stared at her eyes, I could not notice my surroundings. Everything I needed to know was right there, in her deep, passionate, loving eyes. I can solve the world's deepest secrets by looking into her eyes. I can explore all theories when I stare into her eyes. I am able to discover expirements unthought of before, but only when I look into her eyes. Only when I look into her eyes do I see the meaning of true life. I see opportunity and hope. I see my ability to understand the past and make it become a better future. My troubles disappear when I see her big eyes looking back at me. It's almost as if I melt inside, knowing that their is hope. All my obstacles and hard work has finally come through for me with her caring eyes. They watch over me and make sure I do well...but for how long. How long will they stare at me? Will they seek another individual who is better and look at them? Will all this pleasure go away as easy as 1,2,3? I can't take that chance. I must do something before they are gone from me for good. Without her eyes, my life is pointless. I need a direction, her eyes are my direction. I feel so confused. Why would she leave? Why would she look in another direction, other than my way? I want her all to myself. I am greedy and proud of my ability to grab and hold on to her forever. Nothing else about her matters because her eyes take me to a newer place, a better place. I never want to let this feeling go. The anticipation of knowing she will be their everyday gets me so excited. I must be on top of my game. I have to succeed her standards because if I don't she can move on. I don't want her to move on! Her eyes are mine forever. I will stay by her side for all she needs. When she weeps and cries, when she laughs, I will be their to experience it all because even though it's not the individual herself that I'm after, her eyes define my world and open my eyes to newer dimensions. She will be mine forever and...

The Truth

It was right there, well in reach, but I failed to grab it. It stared at me so strongly. I fell on my knees in weakness. Not knowing the power it possessed until I finally felt it take over me. Frightened I was to be in such vulnerability. I thought I had made the right choice, but I have never been so wrong. It was my fault, but I did not take the blame for my actions, and now it just sits there staring at me, awaiting the day I confess. It taunts me, haunts me, intimidates me, and flaunts the power it has over me. It laughs when I cry, it shows no sympathy towards my pain and mistakes. I shall not give in. I made my decision and I stand by that choice. i will not fall to such a level of begging for forgiveness. The staring keeps getting so stronger and I start to see it more. Every corner I turn, it's there in a car awaiting to hurt me, but I slip away. Every store I shop at, it's the cashier taking care of me so rudely, so I just walk out. Uncaring it tries to befriend my family. For this is when I lash out. I cannot stand the hating and stalking anymore. It has gone too far. It's time to face the truth. It was my fault. I finally told my mother that I was the one who ate the last cupcake, which was for my brother, and not my sister as I had accused her of doing. I spoke to it and said "Are you happy now? I confessed, now leave me alone and let me be!" It, my conscience, just looked at me and smiled, and slowly faded away into the darkness of my mind.

The Dream

It was a dark and gloomy place. No voices can be heard. Nothing in sight. I figured I was the only one left, but after what? I could not remember much, if anything at all. I was curious of the cause of all this darkness. Where is the light that I was in search for? I was frightened, but could not show it. Showing it might mean showing weakness, and that was the last thing on my mind. I could not see my path, I spoke, but all I heard was my echoes. It was as if I was trapped at the bottom of the earth, with no place to go, but just to look and think of possibilities. The thoughts seemed useless. The searching seemed lifeless. I was nowhere near help. I heard a voice, but it wasn't so clear to me. I could of sworn I heard my name being said and telling me to get up. I thought to myself I am up, but the only thing is that I cannot see. My eyes are open, but the darkness makes them feel closed. Their is a more clearer view when my eyes are closed then their is when my eyes are open. I walked and walked, but it felt as if I was in a maze with no ending. The sound that I was hearing became clearer, it was a woman's voice. It was saying "Wassim, get up, wake up, it's time for...". It was my mother's voice that I was hearing. I was confused and lost, but only lost in my own mind, for my answers and my way out, was to open my eyes and wake up...