Every morning he set off about his day.
With the many women that were his prey.
All of which, one day, would beg him to stay.
He knew he wouldn't as he was 100% committed...
To the excitement and thrill of the game he loves to play!
"Once you know what failure feels like, determination chases success."
— Kobe Bryant (1978-2020)
Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again ,
This time more intelligently.....
I can also be a cold hearted bitch and pretend like if nothing you did hurt Me.
I can stand straight and let anyone tell me whatever they want about me and think about Me and walk out the door like the Queen I am!
I was raised by Kings and
Kings don't cry
Kings don't lose there cool,
Kings are fearless,
Kings are strong,
Kings talk smart,
Kings can fight,
Kings can defeat you with one look,
Kings don't lose!
If you win, you need not have to explain...If you lose, you should not be there to explain!
The other day I watched a Little League game from the parking lot.
I no longer play baseball, but I still love it. The car ride over as you shake with a combination of nerves and pure excitement. The team chants from inside the dugout as their teammate makes their footing in the batters’ box. America’s Pastime holds something special about it, the ability to put a smile on anyone’s face. Whether you’re an avid fan or just the person accompanying someone who enjoys the game, it’s hard to withhold a grin while at the ballpark.
It’s moments like these where I choose to put my phone down for all of 10 minutes and sit in the car, watching the sun set behind the left field fence where I’m broug...
Football rush ✌️
This will be a natural high
The heart races as fast as a car but ohhh so much cooler.
Audible audible .... what a surprise the wonder of what the strategy will be
Watch at the edge of your seat the ball flys, the rush the excitement ooohhh the cheers hear it loud the wave is near.
Score .... Touch down !!!!
The happy dance
Now sip your beer 😁
Your Repetitive Cycles Are Gonna End. I'm Tired, Done. Go Play With Someone Else
I don't know what you were thinking,
To think I'd want to be played (again)
I'm better off distant from you
Not sure if we can be friends
You broke my heart once,
And I can't let myself let you do it again
I'm not down for repetition
This shit's gotta end
You have a full on girlfriend
You kissed me and lied to my face
"Thank God I am single", you said
I will NOT be your escape.
You probably used me
To get back at her
I don't know y'all situation
I'm not entirely sure
You use your words pretty well
I was NEVER what you wanted or needed
He throws his fastball.
It snaps in the catcher’s glove.
Umpire calls, “Strike Three!”
I fixed my pony tail,hurried to take all my belongings ,tied the hanging shoe laces . racket bag on my shoulder and was walking towards hostel .A million thoughts crossed my mind that day ,my 12th board exams were over ,my friends were taking up best universities some went abroad for studies ,took arts,commerce, designing, psychology etc n other descent courses ,and there was me who still found happiness only in badminton .
my mind had no thinking process beyond the white boundary lines of badminton court it had no worry unless the racket and shuttle wasn't good. The only thing I looked forward was to get a good coach .As I was away from musings of life I had lot of money those years but yet...
I was reading back through my old letters and realised I haven't penned one in years!
I've been on an incredible roller-coaster since we last spoke, finished college. Moved half way across the country to a lovely seaside town.
Musically things are going fantastically. I managed to land myself a distribution deal with a record label in mainland Europe, released my first album on spotify and ITunes (You can find it under UK-Craigie Sombre) I've also been really busy with my own online radio show and involved with my local soccer team.
Cant wait to catch up with you all. How have you been?
It was a Sports Stadium...
8 boys were standing on a track for racing.
With sound of Pistol all boys started running.
Hardly they had covered 10 to 15 steps,
1 boy slipped & fell.
Due to pain he started crying.
When other 7 Boys heard him
all STOPPED running..
STOOD for a while,
turned BACK & RAN
All 7 Boys LIFTED the Boy,
joined hands togather,
walked together &
reached WINNING Post.
Officials were shocked.
Many Eyes were
filled with tears.
It happened 2 years back at Pune.
Racing was conducted by
National Institute of
All participants were
What did they teach ?
Toh apne humare haar muqarar kar rakhi hai
Warna kya hum kam hare hue hain
The worst kind of fight is when you have to fight your own self.
You defend yourself and you also prove yourself wrong.
You provide logic and you yourself say how illogical.
You deny, you defy and reject.
You accept, you approve and surrender.
You make a mockery of your own self!
You contradict what your heart asserts.
You challenge your sense of belonging.
And you lose your own ground.
Your heart doesn’t want any validation, your brain asks for reasoning.
Your heart advocates a feelings and the same are not endorsed by your brain.
You justify what you heart feels, your brain condemns every bit of it.
You protest between what feels right and what should be.
What a battle it is, to l...
The weed soul.
It's time to retirement from a baseball player.
He made tears.
Many Japanese people are aware his regrets,
Rather than blessing his great career.
Fundamentally, basic rights to live and enjoy has been eradicated....
A vicious circle of being zombies is now a part of our evolution.
A young men
Like a clown
But for good
He won at a game
Oh the joy.
Heading into final stretch/
The beautiful game
#futebol #soccer #haiku
It’s so foreign and strange that we can go from dating and sharing the most intimate parts of ourselves with another person we connect with one day to damn near complete strangers who can hardly hold more than a one word conversation with the next.
It just baffles me, this type of disconnect. I can grasp the fact that some people just aren’t meant for us so we won’t be sharing that type of intimacy any longer but I can’t wrap my head around the strain and struggle to even speak to one another.. the awkward feeling accompanied with the struggle to find the appropriate words, it all feels so yucky.
Those weird one word replies we use in order to reach desperately to grab ahold of something...