I knew you would do it. I hope your a successful young man when you reading this because your probably not going to seek it until a day a very far time from when i wrote this. Multiple years till we both seek to speak on the synonymous. The levels of consciousness between you and me in 2010, especially seen from the outside are in a disparity. I started composing this blog, and it took over me. now it raises me. if i sit here for long enough, i reach a the New York state of mind.
You have coerced me to be proud of you. You understood what was missing in your life. Its always good to multitask, but when you focused on that one void. That hollow that prevented you from being you. You lacked Happiness. Jealous, You saw it in your peers eyes.
I can see it in yours.
Your story, though one in the small suburban community of Lake Forest, in a plausible basketball program such as El Toro High School, is enough to inspire any individual you can see under you. my question to you is, ( and its kinda directed toward myself) what happens when you look up. what do you see.
My Broken dreams. My Castle in the air. Speculations of my past they will always be there. As i try to never live with regret, i never wanted to sit ad mist the trash and fellow Fans half heartedly cheering for the players that represented my school. Though our mom and dad you and jai never made it to one of my games as a family, believe me i will be bringing everybody to see your debut. The truth is we don't always do the right thing. and each day as i fuck up, i will make sure it doesn't happen to you.
im getting a taste of the real world. ive seen every avenue of my school and now have a new attitude on what it means to be educated. there is so much you get to have on your way up that wasn't presented to me . I don't know if that means if either of us will be further fulfilled, but i m going to make sure you don't make the similar mistakes i did.
Complacency killed me. i was relaxed.After they cut me, it seems the same Jersey they took off my back in 2005 happened to fit you in 2010. they didn't wash it, and you weren't bothered. Tenacity that i can see in your every move as you let them know that your for real. You have it. You have the drive. we have the same heros. except for one, because i want to let you know that i think your my hero. The goal you set was almost unattainable. you knew you were going to get there because you never took shortcuts to get there. It was your destiny to be in that program.
It was great while my stint lasted, but it barely lasted that i couldn't even sip my drink. There is nobody who i would rather be than Neil Syal, But sometimes i would take your 10 fingers as an alternative. In lieu of my own body, as a matter of choice, if i had a flux capacitor. I let the biggest opportunity of my young 15 year life pass me by. Gone, and i started from the bottom at 15 years old making minimum wage. Everything that i dreamed of went through the same game that still pumps oxygen through the two lower chambers of my heart. When i got cut it left me without oxygen and to this day its pumping that carbon dioxide furiously. These ventricles will never stop because both my mind and whatever left in my heart are transmigrating into the next investment.
I know this is what you want little brother., and i speak from somebody that knows there is so much to offer after basketball. but i will speak none of it to you. The moment. Your Moment is now and steady into the future that i hope you build from this. Fight. hit those weights. Tear it up. I cant wait to see you shine, and know these qualities in you will transform everything you come into contact with.
Even though it pains.
I cherish every opportuntity to redirect it.
Your success is my success.
They will talk down to you. They will spit on you. Break you. Never.
On to the next one
Your Brother and Friend
Neil
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