Monday, January 17, 2011
Life is like a Basketball Game
Life is like a basketball game. Every point you get counts as a little bit of fulfillment that you have in your life. We're all in this game. People have divided up into two teams, when we could actually all be on the same team; we could work to help eachother out, rather than be against one another. I guess sometimes...we just can't help it. We feel the need to go against one another. Is it rebellion? Is it indifference? Could it be because we're programmed to have problems in our lives and do our best to face them the right way, in our own way? I believe that these questions are left for us to answer, no one but yourself can answer them correctly when speaking about your own life.
Okay, so in a basketball game there are Cheerleaders. Don't get me wrong, I am a Cheerleader myself, so if you are one or if you are friends with one, I'm not talking about actual Cheerleaders. In my theoretic basketball game of life, Cheerleaders stand for the sluts, whores, bitches, and the (evil) popular crowds. Lets face it, you know that when I just described that, several people probably came to mind. We all know those kinds of people. Haha well, think of it this way, Cheerleaders aren't part of the game, yes they contribute but they're not actually playing the game. As long as they stay a cheerleader, they won't be part of the game. When they graduate, they become part of this huge game called life. But not much has prepared them for reality. They've never been part of a team, they've never depended on other people. They don't know what to do. They may have been so high and mighty in high school, but what will they do now that they're in college or looking for a job or taking care of their baby that they had when they were 16?
Having others to depend on is important. Without a good support system, you're going to have a really rough time finding sucess in anything. Goodluck to those who aren't close to their families and who argue with their friends a lot. I wish you all the best.
Posted by polkadotsk8s at 8:24 PM