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.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

A Remote Mind


The night comes to an end.
Only darkness is to fill up the room.
My mind in a foreign place as I lay in bed.
Wandering around in the past and following people who are like ghosts in the present.
The should’ves, the would’ves, and the regret that stain our memory like a drop of red wine on white,
Chain us down from proceeding to the present.
We now weigh heavier than a ships anchor and we are stuck in the foreign place.
When shall we return home?
When will I ever be at my place?.......
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