The past is remembered.
The mind is "complex."
It keeps running until I die.
Writing a blog post about it is "incomplete."
Well, here it goes.
Now, I am thinking about writing whatever is at the top of my head.
To this day, I have negative thoughts in my head. They come and go.
Before, the mind would completely take over me.
For instance, if I had a bad day, I would scapegoat. I would use all my anger to everybody else near me. Then, I would completely shut myself down.
Another thought in my mind.
Also, I never trusted my jump shot in basketball. Now, I have confidence in it. Before I would beat myself up, every time I missed a jump shot.
Now, I tell myself, "I am breathing."
If it gets worst, I take 3 deep breaths. Every time my mind is all shaken up on something, I do that. (Find an alternative instead of worrying about the situation.)
Again, the mind has thoughts in my head.
I used to like social media attention, such as growing followers, getting likes, receiving comments, and etc.
Now, it is okay. I enjoy blogging, hiking, and traveling. If I ever get famous, that is a kudos. Most importantly, I enjoy what I do.
I have discovered my true-self.
The mind keeps going (as long as I am able to manage it).
When I go "rock-bottom," the mind is fully tested. Mental-toughness comes in.
Alright, I will end it here. Remember, the mind is "complex."
There is no such thing as "happily ever after."
This is reality, not a movie.
My reality continues on until I die, while a movie always has an ending.
Remember, in reality, life is a balance of sadness and happiness. (That way, I can learn from my mistakes.)
A family friend has heard many funny, interesting stories about me approaching girls.
She told me, "Why come you are still single?" (She believes I can find somebody with ease.)
I answered with a smile, "Life ain't a romantic comedy movie."
A few years ago, I approached a lady in Vegas. Now, she lives in Memphis. To this day, we still remain in contact with each other. We are not dating. We do like each other.
Words about our relationship together: Connect, respect, empathy, honesty, and openness.
Something magical will happen, then. Yuh, this is it.
Not necessarily. Again, life ain't a romantic comedy movie.
(In this situation, my younger-self would say, "This will not work out. Why waste my time contacting a lady far away from me? Just shut her down. I can find somebody else in the Bay Area. I will get hurt."
Now, I tell myself, "It is okay. I am breathing. If I enjoy connecting with her, continue on. Live in the moment. Try not to get my hopes up, such as she is my "one and only." If things do not work out, it is fine. I am breathing. Respect the lady.")
Somehow, I talk to "long-distance" women. It just happens. For instance, I approached a nurse in the Philippines, and I met a lady on an online dating app, Bumble.
(My younger-self would say, "This sucks. Why do I approach women that live far away from me? I hate my life."
Now, I tell myself, "I am breathing. Be aware that I am able to talk to women or anybody, unlike before. Be appreciative.")
Relationships come unexpectedly. (I have said this many times in my old blog posts.) When I am able to connect with anybody, that is powerful.
Welcome to my reality.
I used to always compare myself to others. I always wanted to be better than everybody. I always focused on others more than myself.
I only showed my highlight reels of my life to others. (Now, I have realized life has a balance of happiness and sadness. We have emotions. Life is an up-and-down journey.)
I wanted to be Mr. Popular. I had a huge ego. I kept secrets all to myself. I was concerned about others thinking about me.
I had to be at least better than somebody, or else my life is over. It felt good when I criticized and gossiped somebody.
For instance, if I had a bad day, I looked at any of my friends and family, who have not graduated from college yet. For myself, I graduated with a bachelors of science degree in Environmental Studies.
It felt great whenever I received many social media likes on my most recent post. (That was my number one goal. Many likes was my life.) Something is wrong with me, whenever I received no likes.
That was my "old" happiness.
This is unhealthy. (Too much pressure and energy.)
I was never able to become my true-self.
Now, I focus on myself.
If you are inspired in reading this blog entry or any of my previous ones, I feel very touched.
This is my "new" happiness.
I used to say this all the time with people.
I was such a wannabe know-it-all.
For instance, I gave a lecture to one person. (My lectures were horrible, such as "do not do this," or "do not do that." I was a huge hypocrite. Now, I tell you past stories and experiences from myself, my friends, family, relatives, and etc.) Then, he or she did not listen. He or she followed their own path. Eventually, I was right all along.
I said to him or her, "I told you so..."
I was a huge jerk.
Now, I say, "It is okay. You and I are still breathing. I make mistakes as well."
Nobody is perfect.
We are growing. (Give us time to grow.)
It is up to you. It is your life.
Like my high school PE coach said, "Life is all about choices." Thank you, Coach Marlon Blanton.
Pictures taken from Virginia back in 1992. My family did not take much pictures. This is all I can find of you in the photo albums. Sorry, Uncle.
1st picture is Grandpa Sator (My dad's uncle from his mom's side), me, my sister, and Uncle Romelo.
2nd picture is Grandpa Sator, my dad, me, and Uncle Romelo.
For readers, Uncle Romelo is my dad's youngest brother.
Dear Uncle Romelo,
I enjoyed watching and playing the game of basketball, since I was 9 years old. (It all began in 1996.)
When I was growing up, I was a weird kid. In the late 1990s, I surprisingly rooted for the Utah Jazz over Michael Jordan and his Chicago Bulls. I did not go for the popular team neither the best player in the planet. (After my high school years, I began to understand the game more than before. Then, I finally realized Michael Jordan was an electrifying, amazing basketball player.)
I became a bandwagon. In the early 2000s, I rooted for whichever team was winning, such as the Los Angeles Lakers.
Yes, I was born and raised in the Bay Area most of my life. I still root for the Golden State Warriors.
Most importantly, I love the "game" more than the Golden State Warriors.
(If the Warriors lose, I do not stress out about it anymore. May the best team win. Referees might miss calls, or officiate bad calls. Then again, it is the name of the game. It happens.)
Also, I do watch that much television anymore, except basketball, and some tennis.
I am an NBA super fan, like the known architect man, James Goldstein. He usually wears outlandish outfits with his cowboy hat. (You will see James Goldstein on national televised games on the sideline, while I only watch the games on my iPad on Reddit or TV.)
The "game" for me started 5 years ago.
In 2013, my good friend and I visited Las Vegas together. We assumed attractive women will come to us. Apparently, they did not. Welcome to reality.
My good friend came back home with frustration. Thus, he researched and discovered the "game." He found YouTubers, Simple Pickup. (FYI, they were not the first people to talk about the "game.")
He introduced me to the "game."
Simple Pickup has taught me how to pick up (or approach) any attractive women. (It all goes step-by-step, such as get the number, go on the first date, build the relationship, and etc. I enjoyed watching their YouTube videos. For the reason that, I must see it to believe it. At that time, they were the first to film videos of picking up girls. Now, everybody does it.)
This is the "game."
People told me stories what they either have experienced (throughout their life) or heard (through ear).
Stories have been passed on.
Stories I have been told:
Last night, I arrived in San Francisco airport at 8:40.
Later tonight, I will write another blog post, “Post-Philippines Trip.” I will talk about my story from this 12 day trip.
Many stories to talk about.
Now, I perceive it differently.
It is only a motivation to continue on reinventing myself at any time of the year. First and foremost, it is up to me. (You already know.)
I used to think a new year will change me. (I would wait, until a new year comes.)
One word: Procrastination. (Yes, I still procrastinate but it is not as worst as before.)
Today, I told my Uber Driver about this.
Then, I asked her, “How do you see New Year’s?”
”I do not start changing right when New Year comes,” she answered. “It takes time for me. Maybe 2 months in.”
Be the change you want to be. Expect failure. Whenever you are ready, start your (up-and-down) journey.
When I was growing up, I always enjoyed watching my favorite NBA player, Kobe Bryant.
Last night, we celebrated his jersey retirement ceremony.
The Los Angeles Lakers retired both of his jersey numbers, 8 (wore it from 1997-2006) and 24 (from 2006-2015).
Kobe retired at the end of 2015-2016 season. He is a 5-time NBA champion, and 18-time NBA All-Star.
In NBA history, Kobe and Dirk Nowitzki (of the Dallas Mavericks) are the only players to play for one single team for 20 years. (I believe they will be the last.)
Time flies. You already know.
Video shown below of Kobe's heartwarming speech at Warriors-Lakers halftime.
He improvised. (Not too long speech, not too short. Just right.)
During his speech, he acknowledged the past, present, and the future of the NBA. He gave full credit to the NBA hall-of-famers ahead of him, or else he would not end up being here. He was truly inspired. He was also grateful for the fans, media, and especially, his family. (The past is remembered.)
He ended his speech with words of wisdom to his daughters.
"Those times when you don't feel like working. You're too tired, you don't want to push yourself, but you do it anyway. That is actually the dream. That's the dream. It's not the destination, it's the journey. And if you guys understand that, then what you'll see is you won't accomplish your dreams. Your dreams won't come true. Something greater will, and if you guys can understand that, then I'm doing my job as a father."
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