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.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

I find it peculiar that people of America are talking more about the iPhone 5 rather than the fact that a US ambassador was killed or that Iran is producing nuclear weapons.  I wonder where the US will stand in a few years because it seems that less and less people each year are concerned with issues happening around the world.  Honestly, technology is great, but what happens when we forget about the facts of life?  I feel people are remaining children longer than they should in areas where they need to act like adults.  Where's the future if there aren't many thinking about it?

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Beyond the distance the of the imaginary place in a young writer's head lies a place where old memories haunt the mind and soul.  The lines pause and a new start is not the beginning but rather a piece of the original.  The lines pause, break, and live as the people read in between the lines and catch a glimpse of what the writer is feeling.  Line after line like people awaiting to enter a concert of a knockoff Mozart.  Interesting and somewhat beautiful as the waves of sound vibrate through our tunnels of invitation.  What is invited is understood or rather thought to be understood, but never understood at all.  They are words and vibrations that belong to the beholder not to the invitees.