Through many years, I've been focusing on the pitch and the outcome of whether or not I actually hit the ball to make it on base. I've realized that it's more about watching the movements the pitcher makes to throw each particular pitch. Will she curve her wrist, smack her glove to scare me, or throw a ball? If I can see what she does as she throws each pitch, I can be better be prepared for that brief moment when the ball reaches the batter's box. The outcome is now the result of my observances and my reaction to each of the pitcher's movement. I'm in control and I choose how I want the game to end.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Decisions

A poem I made back when I was in 9th grade.

Your life is long.
Long like the road that never ends.
Ends either good or bad.
Bad when you make wrong decisions.
Decisions that can change your path.
Paths that lie in the dark.
Darkness that later fills your heart.
Heart that has no fate.
Fate that has gone away.
Away from you, it will go.
Go in the wrong path and you will pay.
Pay a death in a big disgrace.
Disgrace that will stay.
Stay for eternity.
Eternity that will separate.
Separate the good from the bad.
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