No matter how many the army of popular belief numbers, it amounts only to an intimidatingly large fraction and is still less than whole. It cannot compare to the truth. Sometimes all those big numbers wring us into submission, but we can’t let the numbers fool us. The truth is one, the truth is whole. We are faced with innumerable lies, but no matter how many mouths speak these lies, stand by the truth that you know, because even though you are one, you are still more. Embrace the truth, don’t be afraid to be unpopular, because being a fraction only grants you a piece of the greatness that is waiting to be awakened in you. Promote the truth and the truth will promote you.
In the NBA, as a player grows older, his athleticism slowly but surely fades. In order to remain a strong competitor, he must add to his game. If he chooses not to, he will become a shadow of his former self. Ultimately, he cannot solely rely on his athleticism forever, he has to become a more well-rounded player, he has to broaden his interests into other aspects of the game. Now we as beautiful young men and women, and as ballers on our own court, must learn to take an interest in other aspects of our game. We must grow to be more well rounded, more curious, and therefore more suited for longevity. We certainly cannot rely on the luster of our looks in order to attract the kind of partners, friends or things we want. When you add to your game, you are going to be around for a long, long time and when you step on the court your aura will dominate before the clock starts, because you exude who you are on the inside on the outside. The superficial makes us feel very important and superior, but only for a little while. Be interested. Be interesting.
At 3:47 in the morning, we pulled up at a stop light on 23rd street and 6th avenue.
Rose grumbled something through her pursed, tepid lips. The slightest wrong movement could have lead to vomit. In her mind I’m sure she was thinking, just stay still.
“Everybody been there Rose, don’t worry.”
Violet was a little better off. She had thrown up three times before even getting to the car. Lucky her, she was just flat out sleeping. Green. I pressed the gas softly and we both listened to the droning rumble of the wheels turning on the road beneath our drunk girlfriends.
“That was a tight party.”
“Hell yea, I wasn’t expecting so much ass.” The next morning, when she was better, Rose would say to me, you weren’t expecting so much ass huh?
Find a compromise between who you are, and the way things are.