Spit it, I'm Huey P and Louie V at the eulogy throwin molotovs for Emmitt
Haven't done this in a while. Let's dive in.
Life has torn me away from the people I've loved the most. And it continues to try. It has succeeded in the past, but those of us still with us has swam against the current. We are, in fact, defying death because we are a propeller fighting against the hand of hell. And today, with our modern heroes, we attempt to understand and react, calmly. Let us remain calm.
So, what happened again? I'm 21, and you're telling me I'm about to graduate from college? WTF? My future is as hidden as a dangerous lovers secret intention, and it scares me to death. Seemingly at every phase of my life, I encounter a small amount of time where I'm very scared of what the future holds, and how vulnerable I've become. Thing is, I'm not sure if I've hit that moment yet...
I think the hardest thing is that time is burying my past. I'm gaining little entry to the life I lived 6 years ago. All of my doors are closing. I am growing old.
Bruce Weber led the Fighting Illini to the NCAA championship. Dee Brown led Illinois to a courageous battle after a remarkable year for any college basketball team, only to fall short to UNC. 2005. Bruce Weber watched all he had worked for, his head in stone of immortality, and he cradled it in his arms and watched die. Like a mother in mourning, he held it close, kept it warm, and his arms grew as rigid as the body.
Later in that same year, a massive hurricane of biblical proportions launched waves and wind and thunder and rain into the coasts and the hidden parts of New Orleans. It was drowning. Bodies floated to the top as FOX News shouted "THIEVES" at the starving and dieing and poor and forgotten robbing bread from the grocery stores. In August, the twilight of summer, a city was wiped out and pulled out of their boots. Since then, they've learned to swim, and they're doing just fine.
Those of us faced with such situations find a way to flourish, to heal, to recover. And go back to war. Let us pray we can only be as brave.
Life has torn me away from the people I've loved the most. And it continues to try. It has succeeded in the past, but those of us still with us has swam against the current. We are, in fact, defying death because we are a propeller fighting against the hand of hell. And today, with our modern heroes, we attempt to understand and react, calmly. Let us remain calm.
So, what happened again? I'm 21, and you're telling me I'm about to graduate from college? WTF? My future is as hidden as a dangerous lovers secret intention, and it scares me to death. Seemingly at every phase of my life, I encounter a small amount of time where I'm very scared of what the future holds, and how vulnerable I've become. Thing is, I'm not sure if I've hit that moment yet...
I think the hardest thing is that time is burying my past. I'm gaining little entry to the life I lived 6 years ago. All of my doors are closing. I am growing old.
Bruce Weber led the Fighting Illini to the NCAA championship. Dee Brown led Illinois to a courageous battle after a remarkable year for any college basketball team, only to fall short to UNC. 2005. Bruce Weber watched all he had worked for, his head in stone of immortality, and he cradled it in his arms and watched die. Like a mother in mourning, he held it close, kept it warm, and his arms grew as rigid as the body.
Later in that same year, a massive hurricane of biblical proportions launched waves and wind and thunder and rain into the coasts and the hidden parts of New Orleans. It was drowning. Bodies floated to the top as FOX News shouted "THIEVES" at the starving and dieing and poor and forgotten robbing bread from the grocery stores. In August, the twilight of summer, a city was wiped out and pulled out of their boots. Since then, they've learned to swim, and they're doing just fine.
Those of us faced with such situations find a way to flourish, to heal, to recover. And go back to war. Let us pray we can only be as brave.