I don’t know what to say really. Three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives. It all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team, or we’re gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, till we’re finished. We’re in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time. Now I can’t do it for you. I’m too old. I look around, I see these young faces, and I think… I mean I’ve made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who’s ever loved me, and lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know when you get old in life, things get taken from you. That’s part of life. But you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life’s this game of inches. And so is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. I mean… one half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow too fast, you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that’s gonna make the ——- difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I’ll tell you this – in any fight, its the guy whose willing to die who’s gonna win that inch. And I know if I’m going to have any life anymore, it’s because I’m still willing to fight and die for that inch. Because that’s what living is! The 6 inches in front of your face… Now I can’t make you do it. You’ve got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think you’re gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You’re gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it, you’re gonna do the same for him. That’s a team, gentlemen. And either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die, as individuals. That’s football, guys. That’s all it is. Now, what are you going to do?Tony D’Amato (Al Pacino) – Any Given Sunday
Before this game started Kilmer said, ’48 minutes for the next 48 years of our lives.’I say, f-that, F-that! Let’s go out there and we’ll play the next 24 minutes for the next 24 minutes, and we’ll leave it all out on the field. We’ve got the rest of our lives to be mediocre but we have the opportunity to play like gods for the next half of football. But we can’t be afraid to lose. There’s no room for fear in this game. If we go out there and half-ass it because we’re scared, all we’re left with is an excuse. We’re always gonna wonder. But if we go out there and we give it absolutely everything… That’s heroic. Let’s be heroes.Jonathon “Mox’ Moxon (James Van Der Beek) – Varsity Blues
I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of surviving… and getting to the end of the war and discovering that I’m all alone. That everyone I knew and cared for is goneJaina Solo – Dark Journey
Sometimes we let ourselves get so exhausted, physically, emotionally and mentally, that we forget what is most important. We over analyze, and see everything worse than it actually is. Sometimes we get so far beyond what actually is, that we start to become self-destructive, making everything just as bad as what we think it is. Forcing the reality to match the sad illusion we have ourselves believe. In doing so, we hurt the people we care about, the people we want to hold close.
The development of our cerebral cortex has been the greatest achievement of the evolutionary processes. Big deal. While allowing us the thrills of intellect and the pangs of self-consciousness, it is all too often overruled by our inner, instinctive brain, the one that tells us to react, not reflect, to run rather than ruminate. Maybe we have gone as far as we can go, and the next advance, whatever that may be, will be made by beings we create ourselves using our own technology, lifeforms we can design and program not to be ultimately governed and constricted by the rules of survival. Or perhaps that step forward has already been achieved on another planet by organisms that had a billion years head start on us. If these beings ever visited us, would we recognize what we were seeing? And upon catching sight of us, would they react in anything but horror at seeing such mindless, primitive, hideous creatures?
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man’s character is his fate, it’s not a choice but a calling. Sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to faulter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind. Allowing the monster without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss. Into the laughing face of madness.Fox Mulder – X Files
Tigh: Tell you a dirty little secret. The toughest part of getting played is losing your dignity. Feeling like you are not worth the oxygen you are sucking down. You get used to it. You start to believe it. You start to love it. It’s like a bottle that never runs dry. You can keep reaching for it over and over and over again.
Adama: So how do you put that bottle away, Saul?
Tigh: I don’t know. One day you just decide to get up and walk out of your room.Battlestar Galactica
We live in a world each unto its own,
where the reality is based on our perceptions and what we choose to accept.
This reality is also bound by what we are told; the ‘facts’.
However these facts are fickle and are easily distorted.
Everything we believe and accept are driven by our emotions,
which are as fickle as the chemicals that produce them.
We build our beliefs on our reality, and as our view of reality changes, so do our beliefs.
This is all well and good until your realise and accept the wider reality.
When the integrity of others does not match your own,
and neither do the altruistic feelings.
Sometimes our reality changes for a brief moment,
triggered by something we believe is true,
generally told by someone else,
with it having a large impact on your reality.
And for that brief moment there is hope until the real truth be told or circumstances change.
At this point you do not know what to say or believe, but nothing changes the destroyed hope.
At times we can no longer find a reason for living or a point to our lives.
However, there is always a reason to continue on in life,
in dark times it is usually blinded or hidden under the emotion,
hurt and sadness that suffocates our thoughts.
Life is continually moving forward, changing and shaping who we are.
Life is always throwing problems at us,
we deal with them on a day to day basis,
though at times we are overwhelmed by these problems.
It is how we deal with and bounce back from life’s problems,
that defines who we are.
We may lose the one we love or just simply feel overpowered by life itself.
But as some doors close, others open.
We need to overcome our problems and prevail:
before the ‘now’- open doors become closed.
Life never stops moving forward, and we need to keep moving forward with it.
We can love people who don’t love us in return,
people can disregard who we are;
but can we allow others to interfere with our lives so much,
that we stop it for them?
Life isn’t fair, but you can always overcome its challenges.
Life is never comprised of nothing,
we will always have feelings, friends,
happiness and a reason for living.
The world is a big place, so is life:
He was staring down at the blade of the knife, showing no real expression and fearing nothing. It was a situation where any normal person would have fallen apart, but he still stood strong, staring death in the face. The sun’s glare was blocked out by his baseball cap, as it provided shade across his face; his school uniform was pressed against him by the light breeze. It was as if time itself had stopped. With the breeze traveled the slight scent of coffee, a reminder of how little time had passed since he had first awoken.
That morning, he had only been awake for five minutes before he made his way to the coffee – a single cup made as strong as always to counteract the sleep deprivation and stress. After staying up until the early hours of the mourning doing homework, all he wanted to do was just get to school and survive the day. It was just like every other day for the past few months, but as each day passed, life became harder. Within a short space of time he had lost the one he loved, his friends, his trust, his pride, and his self-respect. Each day was a fight to keep himself together, a fight he was losing.
Like every other day, he walked to school alone and in silence, thinking about past events, and how much he hated himself and his life. Time seemed to pass quickly and his thoughts were cut short as he stood at the gates to the school, a place he had began to fear. With a grim expression on his face and taking a deep breath, he took a step inside the school, as if he was walking into hell itself.
It didn’t take long to find a place to try and relax; at the back of the school where no one could find him. With the same grim expression on his face, he removed his walkman from his bag. Putting on his headphones and closing his eyes, he let his thoughts fade away as the music flowed through him. He had begun to isolate himself from the outside world, closing himself in and submerged in his own thought.
The moment of peace and solitude was broken by the sound of the school bell screaming across the school ground as if it was the dogs of hell themselves barking. He slowly opened his eyes, and started towards the amphitheater where his year level had a morning parade. The grim expression on his face disappeared, to be replaced by no expression at all. A blank mask designed to hide his feelings from the world. He had to face the demons themselves.
As the amphitheater came into view, so did his classmates. They turned to look at him, opening their mouths, but he could not hear the words that came out. With a short fake smile in response, he sat down. The teacher had already started to call the role. Barely recognizing his own name he turned to the teacher, who simply acknowledged his presence and continued.
Looking around at the people surrounding him, the isolated teenager could see they were all happy and cheerful – feelings he had forgotten long ago. His eyes stopped on a single person; the one he loved. In her hand was another, the hand of someone who had once been a friend. The boy knew he was completely invisible to her, and nothing could change that. He had cared for her for so long, only to be tossed aside like an unwanted rag doll. As the feelings of betrayal swept over him he turned away and closed his eyes. Deep in thought, he wondered if he would ever be happy again; the answer seemed obvious. Time and time again he had been hurt by the people around him, and by the person closest to him. It seemed destined to happen periodically, and each time the hurt grew more painful, and his isolation deepened.
Only five minutes had passed and every minute seemed like hours. Glancing back towards his former friends, watching them talk and laugh, he was forced to fight back the tears. Ever since he had moved away from the group, not once had anyone invited him anywhere or acknowledged his existence. It was as if he had never been there in the first place. He had become such a loner, simply because no one accepted him for who he is. Unable to take the pain any longer, and unable to fight the tears, he stood and left. Not a single head turned as he walked away. He broke into a dead sprint once he was out of sight, heading towards the back of the school; nothing was going to stop him.
It was the first time the teenager had ever left the school grounds without permission, but that didn’t concern him. He found a small clearing on the outskirts of the fence line. Withdrawing a cloth from his bag, he laid it on the grass. Removing the cloth exposed a brilliant reflection from the blade of the hunting knife he had stolen from a survival store. He had never looked upon the knife since the day he stolen it. All it would take was one quick movement and it would be ended. No more pain, no more suffering. For too long it had been hurting.
Kneeling over the sinister weapon, contemplating what he was going to do next, he reached for the knife, raising it above the ground. At that moment he noticed something he had never seen before. Carved with precision on the blade of the knife was an inscription:
Now is the time to choose
Die and be Free of Pain
Or Live and Fight Your Sorrow
Time itself had stopped, as he stared down at the words thinking about the pain and sorrow that seemed to be a part of his life. His eyes turned towards the school. He stood up, feeling taller than ever before. Raising the knife above his shoulders, he turned sharply and threw it, lodging it in the nearest tree. He turned to face the school, with the most determined expression on his face.
He walked back into the school grounds an entirely different person. One that was not going to let anything get in the way of his own happiness.