Friday, February 22, 2008

As I Grow Older

As I Grow Older

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.

And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose slowly, slowly,
Dimming,
Hiding,
The light of my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.

Shadow.
I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.

My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!

-Langston Hughes

As the year of two thousand and eight begins to find its comfort, establishing our goals, our habits, and ourselves become a focus. A flashback of 2007, presents the aspects that we excelled at, along with the challenges in which we failed miserably. All which come to mind with one common understanding - to improve.

As the year begins to shed its youth and turns that first corner into the spring season, establishing that drive to improve, to get better, to want more, and to seek more is essential. Not all movement is forward progress, but there is no forward progress without movement. In order for forward progress to occur, challenges must be met, souls evaluated, and fears conquered.

2007 and its failures are in the past, along with a younger, inexperienced mindset. Experience can keep a dream alive, or it can put it to death. Now is the time to put those lessons from failure in a mental play book, to be used for the game of life.

Dream. Do whatever it takes. Move mountains.

Leave yourself behind, and make it happen.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Real World: One World. Different People. Unknown Thoughts.

"There is no such thing as the real word, its just a lie you have to rise above"

For some, this quote is more than just a John Mayer lyric, its a quote that reigns true in their mentality, and for others, its a bearing of fiction that is fabricated by Americana.

The Real Word.

Leaving the front door, and standing on the brink of the front stoop. The day has just begun. That view represents more than just a flight of stairs, or a view of the neighboring houses, it represents all that is out there, all the various opportunities, possibilities, incompetencies, success stories, struggles, hard work and failures.

A walk towards the bus stop includes an experience of seeing others who may be just like you. Similarities of professional clothes and well groomed jeans with iPods, Sidekicks, and Blackberrys. Entering the bus is almost like walking the red carpet at the Oscars, five seconds of fame, as all are eyes are upon you as you enter. A snapshot of each individuals face is taken by the brain, allowing another brief comparison of others to your self. Each person, a different look, a different shade, a different thought.

Moments pass. Neighborhoods change. Architecture changes. Faces that enter that vehicle of similarity become less diverse, and further from the iPods and Blackberrys that reigned just ten minutes ago. Faces enter. Similar faces. Faces of despair and struggle. However, there are also faces of hope. You wonder how their lives are? You wonder, what wakes them up in the morning? You wonder, what are they thinking? You wonder, what makes them tick? Nonetheless, of all those same faces that enter, they are followed by faces of failure, ignorance, and and no ambition.

How can these two be of the same face? Why are these same faces different? What makes them different from ten minutes ago?

The bus stops at the subways. All faces enter for a ride towards their destination for the day. All faces join the unique experience that is the Subway. The same faces of hope and ignorance, the iPods, the Blackberrys and the utmost diversity, all as one. As the stations come and go, more kinds join the fray, as newer faces join. Faces of suits and ties, financial journals, and expensive pocket books.

They all sit in between the other faces, making for an interesting morning. All looking different. All anticipating the day's treasures in different ways. Yet, all wondering and chasing their dream.

The return home sees all, the suit and ties, the financial journals, the expensive pocket books, the iPods, the Blackberrys, the faces of despair, and the faces of ignorance all together, fatigued, and mentally empty. Each of their faces showing the concerns for the rest of that day. Their eyes if open, radiate the miracle they will have to make happen in order to meet those concerns. If closed, the worrying of how it will happen.

The stations go by. The suits and ties exit. Gone for the day. You'll never know what went through their minds.

The financial journals exit. You'll never know what went through their minds.

The expensive pocket books leave. You'll never know what went through their minds.

As you leave the Subway to enter the bus, you have the final five seconds of fame, which is a lot less glamorous, as your audience is now less attentive. The iPods, dazed. The Blackberrys, fatigued. The hopefuls, asleep with children in their arms, and the ignorant, too satisfied and content to care.

Soon the similar faces leave.

Faces of hope, exiting slowly, carrying children and grocery bags. You'll never know what went through their minds.

Faces of ignorance, exiting without care. You'll never know what went through their minds.

Finally, after parting ways with the iPods, the Sidekicks and the Blackberrys, you arrive back to that front step where it all began. Looking out, and one day closer to understanding it all.

"The Real World?"

Whether you believe or not, the real world is an element that is true nor false.

Yet, an element that we will never truly understand.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Famine Over: G-Men are Giants in New York City

Championship city?

Perfection?

Forget it.

New England's bid for perfection and the right to be claimed as the "Best sports city" in the world came to a crashing end after Super Bowl XLII. In what could be the most watched Super Bowl in recent memory, as well as the biggest upset, the New York Giants defeated the New England Patriots, 17-14, making history in the National Football League, the Giants organization, and most importantly, in New York City.

The World Series victory of the Boston Red Sox, compounded with the issues of the Yankees and Mets, the disappointing Jets season, and the sinking ship that is the New York Knickerbockers, New York was left in what was described as a "sports famine" (Feast, Giving Thanks and Looking at Our Famine) in New York. New York was in dire need for a team to believe in. A team to once again hang their hat on. Thus, the good Lord gave this city, The New York Football Giants.

Fans of all teams, Yankees, Mets, Knicks, Nets, Rangers, Islanders, Devils, Dragons, Red Bull, and even those that cheer for "Gang Green" were in support of the 2007 New York Giants. A story of an underdog, a story of resiliency and triumph, a story of slaying the undefeated team from hated New England. This team restored our hope. This team restored our faith. This team made us believe that it is possible.

Once again, New York has a champion.