Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Sports' Identity

I grew up with sports. my brother was named sports and i also enjoyed games. competition was always valuable to me, more valuable than the prizes you get from them. sometimes i wish the trophies instead of saying our team name said - 'i really liked your passion when you played. it reminded me of myself when i was your age.' instead of being inscribed on trophies, we only get those words from parents, educators and of course peers, minus the bit about 'when i was your age'.

sports was always a little better than me but that's cause he's older. he's still older but i'm wider. wisdom comes with age and goes with age. how can that be? babies go from nursing from breasts to a nursing home to rest.

i have plans before i rest. i never understood why motivational speakers connect the word 'dreams' the way they do. i imagine it originally meant the thing you do while sleeping and somehow it got pressured into being a thing you're supposed to do when you are most awake and alive. what are your dreams and goals? well my goals are to pay my bills on time and treat people equally. my dreams are filled with dinosaurs and racecars, usually in the same sequence. do all you can to acheive your dreams! no thanks. i don't need dinosaurs in my life. although racecars might be nice. if dreams was actually a person, he would have an identity crisis.

dear mr. dream,
i feel bad for you. be who you are. don't change for anyone.

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