Story – A Letter to Basketball

Dear Basketball,
You always were more than just a game for me and millions around the world. You are the responsible for my first feel of what it actually means to work as one, it is your fault I have a strong will that no pain be it physical or mental can break, you are the one who thought me to be responsible for my actions, and you are the one that brought joy and pain to my world in matter of seconds.

The love I felt for you grew since the first day I got a basketball, since the first day I saw my father play with his friends, since the day I managed to score my first basket, it only grew and it grew. The feelings that you gave me brought me to the border of tears, tears of joy and tears of pain.

I remember the first time I got hurt, I didn’t want to stop playing, so I didn’t. I remember the first time I lost the game because I couldn’t do the things I was supposed to, heart broken but I wasn’t ready to give up. Remember that time I missed the winning shot, yeah I do to, and do you remember when my team was on a winning streak, and then the coach wasn’t letting me play due to some stupid papers, remember when he said “Look how much one player means to the whole team, if he played we would’ve won” remember that?
All those times that I got to a few points to win just to be hit back and have to get up again, I remember all of them, but then there are those other times…those magical times. Remember that first time I touched the rim, I felt like touching the sky, I couldn’t feel the earth beneath me, I felt like flying, like his Airiness.
And do you remember the first time I dunked, and dunked it again and again I dunked till my hands bleed till my legs were shaking. I was so happy I could do something the best can do.
Then it went all up, a kids game changed to a pros game, faster players, smarter minds and stronger elbows. I ran, I freaking ran my lungs out, I was skinny, almost died a few times from overworking myself, yet I was there, in the spotlight with my brothers. With teammates that held together no matter what. We were all starts, even though our experiences and player skills differed from one extreme to another, here we were working as a team, eating as a team, breathing as a team. We were family.

Trust me, I feel the love of my family, and it just gets bigger and bigger every time I play, every time I practice, every time I get the ball in my hand it’s all just family love.
Fine and good until that fall, remember the pain? I still feel it. I couldn’t dunk for a year, I couldn’t walk for a year, I couldn’t be in my heaven, on the court where I could be me, I just couldn’t be.
Tears didn’t come out, blood, that’s what I got instead of sweat as I worked out. D.Rose, what an inspiration, man he fell the same as me, we had the same surgery, he is back, I am going to be back.

I fell so hard, and pretended everything is fine, but I knew, I knew that I will have to walk barefoot on shattered glass that’s set on fire. But Rose did it, so I had to do it. I didn’t want to lose you, so every day I worked out.

I was in the worst place in my life, only darkness around me and the ball would just roll away into it, and no matter how fast I ran I couldn’t get it, no matter how hard I hustled it was just out of reach. Until…until the day I got back into the gym.

I failed, but I tried again, and again and again and again, and then….then it happened. I dunked the ball again. And I felt like I blossomed, like the winter was over and summer is back again. All the colors came back to me and darkness wasn’t even near me, the ball just rolled towards me not away from me.

Remember all those times? Well here I am now, still playing, still growing thanks to you. That’s why, basketball I can’t go without you.

I love you, I love this game.

Story – Who is that person in the mirror?

No one, not your parents, not your friends, not the audience that you pass on daily in your life will ever know the true self inside of you, none of them will see the person you see in the mirror, not until that one faithful day.
But until that day has come you will change your costume, you will change your mask you will change your make up, your shoes, your hats, your eyes, your lips, everything. You will change everything, until you get yourself the right parts, until you can show the person you see in the mirror every morning. The gift that you will bring to the world on that day is priceless. At that day, the black dog will become all fuzzy and cuddly again, it won’t bark or clench its teeth aggressively towards you, it will look at you in the mirror with a gentle gaze and a smile like expression on its face.
Passion. Beauty. Love. Art. That’s what you will see, art.
The big black dog barking at you will now howl the most wonderful song as you look yourself in the mirror and love the you, the true you. Not those thousands of masks, shoes, lipsticks, hair dyes or any costume that you ever wore. You will see yourself as the universe created and shaped you, your true self.

Monday, oh Monday. What a beautiful day Monday will be when you can walk the way you want to walk, the way you always dreamed to walk, and when you open your mouth and start your talk, the audience will just grow.The people who never knew you will know you, and those who knew you will now finally know the true self of you.

What are we, if not food for the mother earth?
What are we, if we are not just walking artworks?
What are we, if not perfections filled with faults?

You know, I do not believe in an spirit, I do not believe in a soul dear reader, but if I would my soul would be scar filled as any other if not more, but when I look in the mirror I do not wish those scars to fade away. No, no, no!
I want to have my scars, the scars are the things I was, the things I am. Scars show, that I once was close to finding out if God is real or not, but I survived, I dreamed and I wondered, my “soul” wondered into this cruel cruel reality of living, and you know what dear reader?
It is laughing, it is laughing, joyfully while reminding how all those scars were made on it.
I challenge you, I challenge you to look into your “soul”, into your mirror, what do you see what others don’t?

Do you see it?
Do you see the one you want to be?
You don’t…well let me tell you something, look beyond the mask.

Do you now see the one you? The only true self, whatever you do, you need to stay true.

It’s easy to forget who we are as our mind grows older, as our body grows weaker. But only one look in the mirror, only one minute of seeing our true self is enough. It is enough to bring us back on our path.

Look deeper, you will see the beautiful person you are!
You are not loved?
Well go out and give love, share the love and it will come to you.
Do you remember…do you remember how good life is?
The complexity of life is beyond our grasp at the moment…that’s a lie, many know this yet they still lie to themselves. Those poor lost souls, a look in the mirror will guide them back on the right path of life.

In the darkest night, let your light shine the brightest. Kindness and love should be spread from your soul as in return you will get love and kindness back. You will be hurt, as many times as there are stars. The wounds will eventually become scars, and those scars you should wear proudly.

The scars on my soul are not visible to all, the scars are there but only people who care can see them. Humans have not the abilities to see all the scars, so forgive them. Shower others with love and you won’t be able to see yours, no matter how big they were, they will all go away with the love that will come your way.

Let them be a reminder, that living  is worth living everyday.

Story – Sunshine Grave

Wait for the sun to shine down upon me. I want to feel the warmth I felt when I was still a child, when paradise was in a jar and when the sun made me free.
Now I can’t see, I can’t see the world that’s in front of me. But I can tell, I can tell that the sun is doing well. Didn’t feel it for a while, but I know it warms them up, the little kids that will one day grow old.
Tears flow like the rivers in the mountains. I cannot stop them, they are falling while the wind is blowing. Looking at your grave I can not tell, am I on earth or am I walking through hell.
And then, then it all gets warm and one little ray of sunlight breaks through the clouds. It shines on the flowers of your grave. Oh you wonderful, beautiful flower, let me see the colors I used to see.
Feeling your presence again, it cannot be. Does it all beguine with me?
Collapsing I apologize, the falling tears burn like ice. It hurts, I cannot tell you how much to miss your voice, to miss your touch, still I am walking through this burning hell hoping that one day I will meet with you and answer “I am well”.
Home, they say, find it and you will find your way. But home for me is everywhere, home for me is people that care. And you cared the most, so one of my homes was lost when you lost. You left when you were a boy, now we will meet as men.
Yesterday I thought I died, but I am somewhat alright inside. It’s all to fulfill my promise to you. When I do that I will come to you. I will come to your grave for the one last thank you.

Story – Its an Unwritten Story

Every dream I had is now gone. Reality is something that feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up,but I know,I know that a nightmare is still a dream, a dream that is bad right now but it shouldn’t stay bad for long. in the blink of an eye it can all change, one thought is enough to change it. But does that mean that I need to change as a whole. I need to change this nightmare into a dream. It should be hard, dreams don’t come true that easy, probably the hardest thing that I’ll do in my life. What will happen if it really was a dream, what will happen if I wake up and it was really only a nightmare?

Its an unwritten story

Every dream I had is now gone. Reality is something that feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up,but I know,I know that a nightmare is still a dream, a dream that is bad right now but it shouldn’t stay bad for long. in the blink of an eye it can all change, one thought is enough to change it. But does that mean that I need to change as a whole. I need to change this nightmare into a dream. It should be hard, dreams don’t come true that easy, probably the hardest thing that I’ll do in my life. What will happen if it really was a dream, what will happen if I wake up and it was really only a nightmare?

Story – Shoes

I will never be perfect, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to find the perfect one. This thought goes on and on in my mind no matter what happens to me in life, and when I think I found the prefect person she corrects me and shows me what a big mistake I made.
Does my happiness depend from someone else? Oh another thought that wanders constantly into my mind, could you believe it? Me thinking about such a hard topic at such an early age. I might be one of a kind , a guy who actually thinks about romance, laughable by society until society finds out I am 6’6”(2m) tall then society kinda looks a bit scared the other way and only talks about me behind my back, well its the same for everyone I guess. But hey , there is always a bright side of the…what was it shoe ? Well I guess one side is brighter than the other as on one you step. What a great comparison, the life of a human being with soul and bones and everything, not that any of you have a pure soul thats worth anything, and the life of a shoe . Like you know everyone can be beautiful on the outside like a shoe but if you look down on its sole most of us have dirt under it. I myself probably need to clean my shoes , don’t know bout you but I think you should check yours from time to time too.

Shoes

I will never be perfect, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to find the perfect one. This thought goes on and on in my mind no matter what happens to me in life, and when I think I found the prefect person she corrects me and shows me what a big mistake I made.
Does my happiness depend from someone else? Oh another thought that wanders constantly into my mind, could you believe it? Me thinking about such a hard topic at such an early age. I might be one of a kind , a guy who actually thinks about romance, laughable by society until society finds out I am 6’6”(2m) tall then society kinda looks a bit scared the other way and only talks about me behind my back, well its the same for everyone I guess. But hey , there is always a bright side of the…what was it shoe ? Well I guess one side is brighter than the other as on one you step. What a great comparison, the life of a human being with soul and bones and everything, not that any of you have a pure soul thats worth anything, and the life of a shoe . Like you know everyone can be beautiful on the outside like a shoe but if you look down on its sole most of us have dirt under it. I myself probably need to clean my shoes , don’t know bout you but I think you should check yours from time to time too.

Story – The Music of Your Heart

In the hardship of today , no matter how good you have it , its always something that is in your way. People who have nothing want something, people who have everything don’t know what to do with themselves and in the end everyone tries to be happy and only few manage to do so. Its mostly because we can’t accomplish that goal , that one dream we dreamed for so long, yet sometimes we find that happiness in the form of music. For a brief moment we found ourselves in a trans that makes us forget about all of our problems , about all the things we missed or all the things we are going to miss, its all gone with that one song. I don’t know how most of you feel about it but I find music to be something amazing, and I greatly respect those who are able to make it, I on the other hand am only slightly gifted in writing (I am still trying to get myself to learn more grammar) so far I tried to learn the guitar but gave up due to lack of time , but who knows one day I might try to learn it again, if I find a way to play it with my huge hands ( when I started to learn it I was 14 and now I am 21 and I kinda grew a lot since then ).
Anyhow sometimes I feel like music could do so much for everyone, I know I am a bit selfish here because many people live in horrible conditions and have it really hard while I am writing from the comfort of my chair about how the world would be better if we used music more. Now I am not trying to say that we should make everyone listen to music, but I rather have the world stop for a moment and listen, because thats what music is all about, listening and thats what I want to see. People stopping for a second and looking around , listening to the sound of other people, animals , to the whole world . If we listened closely to the lyrics of the song of our world there would be so much that we could accomplish. Religion would finally be a non-violent topic again, I mean no matter what religion you are you will get hated from people that are other religions (this isn’t true for everyone, there are more and more tolerant people out there everyday ).
This is what my point , listen to your surroundings, if you can help a bit help and try to live together in peace with the people that are near you, even if the sound might be ugly  the lyrics could be amazing , it’s only up to you to listen closely to them.

Story – Fear

Fear, heh , do you know whats the worst part about fear? Its not the shaking knees or panic attack, its how you let fear shape your life.
Stand tall, charge your fear, shape it into a positive thing and never let it take the best of you. What I know about fear?
Well I know this one thing, that fear can’t compare to the feeling you feel towards someone you care about. If you can say that fear has a weakness , than its the will of the human heart, the obligation to protect what we think is worth protecting.

Story – Emiko’s Smile

As the sun and the moon changed place day by day, I felt like my life is fading away. Memories of lost friends stung in my heart like a bee and the fact that the couldn’t be now with me to see the future we fought for, thats what got to me. I marked each day I was sad until I noticed that my calendar turned black from the pen I used. Circles and X’s all over it with something always written under it to keep me going. Go on live for them, under one of those X’s it said, smile you if you don’t cry , another said, but no matter which way I looked at it I didn’t know how to do those things I wrote down each day, each pain filled day. I had a good job, I had a small place surrounded by four walls and a roof that I could call my home, my brother was alive and well, living happily with my little nice only two hours away, yet here I was, standing on the edge of a tiny thread that I have been keeping my balance on my whole life.
I loved walks, after I’d finish my job I’d eat, shower and take a walk for a hour or even more through the darkest corners of the city.
What a pity , I was always thinking, they all live like nothing happened, like no one abandoned their future so that they would live in peace. This is the only thing that kept me from falling of that thread, the people who I cared the most, the people who are now dead. Thoughts went in and out of my head as I glanced up the stars not looking ahead. Without notice I found myself on the bridge out of town, and when I looked down I seen a girl balancing on her own thread. She seemed to be the same age as me, with long black hair and a slim figure, why would she stand there?
In a second it occurred to me that she wants to jump and lose the balance, but how could I stand there like I didn’t care. The lesson I learned from the many battles I had , the scars I have  and the pain I have felt thought me that I should value life, but here she is throwing her life away instead of overcoming the pain and living day by day with that little chance that it will get better in the future. I didn’t say a word I just got behind her slowly so she couldn’t hear me, I was almost in arms length with her when she turned around.
“What are you doing?” she screamed at me
“Fixing a stupid girls mistake.” i said
“Its not a mistake and you wont be able to stop me.” she said leaning back and throwing herself into the cold river.
I took my chance, what the hell its not like I had to many reasons to live so I at least will save her life, thats what I thought that day and in a flash I thrown myself down the same way. I managed to grab her and turn around in such a way that she was in my arms and my back turned to the water that we crashed in after a few seconds. The pain was bad, I felt my bones break in my body, is like every bone was broken in two, and those two pieces were also broken in two. With all my might and through all the pain I dragged this stupid girl to the shore, where I just fainted , not a single word I could say not even a finger I could move after I helped her keep her balance, but did I go to far, did my balance fail me as I reached for her hand and saved her. I fainted it was all black and than a light , a really bright light, am I in heaven?
I started to hear a familiar laughter from far away, it was a laughter so familiar , so pure that I started to scream.
“Devan , Devan , Devan where are you!?!” but the laugh started to fade away
“Hey big brother what was the last thing you remember me say? Didn’t I tell you to live your life and see the future for all of us? I will send you on your way back now, don’t worry we’ll meet again, but not today because today you will do as I say.” his voice whispered in my ear and that whats the last thing I could hear . The light it faded away, the darkness took it away, the laughter was gone and I was sitting there in my own castle, on my own thrown, but there was nothing I could see except darkness surrounding me.
After a while I could hear, it was a silent cry that got to my ears, a sudden pain started to rush through my body and I couldn’t tell if I have reached heaven or hell. The cry wouldn’t stop and it only got lauder and lauder, the pain I felt was stronger and stronger and it shook me up. I am not in heaven nor I am in hell, I am still on earth and my soul is here as well. And than it happened, I felt a warm hand touching my , a warmth I haven’t felt for so long and my eyes , my eyes started to move on their own. I heard Devan’s voice again “Do you want to live?” he said. I want to , I want to live, I want to live, I started to respond to his questions.
“I WANT TO LIVE!” I woke up and got up so sudden screaming my answer in the hospital room I was moved in. The pain threw me back and I started to feel bad for what I just did, how stupid I am , didn’t I learn that after you are wounded you should move a bit slower.
“I-I am…so happy…sob.. that you are alive.” a female voice cried out. I turned around to my right and there she was, the black haired women that wanted to throw away her life.
“I don’t die that easy, I may not look like it but I am tougher than some mere water.” I said trying to smile, but the pain wouldn’t let me smile for long.
“Sorry..I didn’t mean to hurt anybody.” she sobbed like a little child that just did something wrong.
“But wouldn’t it hurt everyone around you if you were gone like that?” I said looking at her. She looked at me and had a sad but rather cute face, tears falling down her red cheeks and black eyes filled with tears.
“After all it would be such a waste if that cute face of yours disappears.” I said smiling gently and forcing my self to look like I wasn’t in great pain. She just looked at me with a confused look as on the outside it started to rain.
“Dont cry, smile because life is all about that , to find happiness that beats the sadness that we were born with. So instead of being like the rain, be like the moonlight, shine brighter than the darkness  thats around you and guide everyone, take care of them in your light until its time for the sun to shine and make everything fine.” I said smiling at her.
Her tears are still flowing, like the rain that was pouring outside , but her lips , they were moving , and it was the most rewarding sight. The beautiful smile of her made me forget my pain , even it was for a brief moment I was taken away, I was struck. My pain , all of it gone with one simple move of a few muscles. It was that day that I decided to live on and make the best of my life, its the day I found out her name and the beauty of her smile, the smile of Emiko. She visited me everyday, for two months I was in her care. Now it ten years have passed and I still can’t get enough of her smile, but there is another little lady there that makes my heart smile, Miki our little angel, our child.

Written by Srdjan Solkotovic