Sunday, June 29, 2008

Forgotton

I can’t write
I sit here and try to think of poetry… But even though I can rhyme.. I can’t write, and I refuse to publish anything I don’t believe in. 
So i’m sorry.. I know most of you only sign on while you’re bored at work, and I do appreciate the support. But I have nothing for you. Right now i’m trying to write a poem about how I wish I was great at something. My whole life i’ve just felt like i’m ok. In school I did ok… i could have done better but I just did enough to get by. In baseball i’m ok, in writing i’m ok.. i’m ok in relationships, ok on the guitar, ok in church… i want to be great, i want to be somebody. I want to be remembered for something. There are so many people in this world that do great things. Almost all of you have done great things in my life, helped me change for the better, and i’ll remember you forever for that. But me? Probably be forgotton after a week, a flash in the pan, a spray on tan.. here and gone.. forgotton. 
I guess i just feel like i’m good at everything but great at nothing. I don’t know how to be great. I do know that my hands are always the most blistered at the end of the day.. yet it rarely shows. I don’t know what i’m going to do with my life. I have all these abilities, but it seems like they are good, but not great.
How am I going to be able to provide for my family? Am i only going to be an ok dad and an ok husband? I really think those two things worry me most… 
I don’t know.. i guess i just desire greatness, but not sure where to find it. I know I have a great mom, a great dad, great brothers and and great sister. I have great friends and belong to a great church… but me.. i’m just.. Tycen… nothing special.. nothing great. 
Why does greatness flee from me?
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Reality Of A Dream

How do you make dreams a reality?
I guess we all are a little scared of living our dreams. Because if we actually live our dreams, then what will we dream of? Most of us have dreams or desires in this world. But I believe most of us are too afraid to go after them. A fear of failure? No.. I believe it’s more of a fear of success. 
Dreams are only that. Dreams. You can dream of a new car you want to buy, a new house you want to live in, or the job that you’ve always wanted. But how many of us settle for something SLIGHTLY less.. how many of us put our desires aside and say “this is almost as good, this will do”
Why?
Why do we do this? Why do we settle for the used car instead of the new one, the 3 bedroom house instead of the 4 or the job that you don’t love?
It’s not just about a car, house or job…. It also goes with love. Who among you will fight for true love? Do you really believe in true love or are you just settling? How many of us have put aside our desires out of comfort? Or have you pushed away true love and are scared to go back for it?
Dreams are amazing tools, but until you push your dream into your life, you’ll just continue to dream. The dreams you desire can be as close or as far away as you want them to be. Don’t chase your dreams, grab ahold of them, control them and make them into reality. 
How beautiful the day will be when we can rest our heads on our pillow, not dreaming about what we want, but instead our only dreams could now be about how things used to be.  
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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Orville Wilson

You were there weren’t you.

I felt different that night. I felt stronger, more energetic, and more focused. Now I know why, cause you were there.

You held my hands as I rocked them back. You opened my eyes to see the seems and you guided my bat to square the ball up at the perfect time.

Thank you Grandpa. Thank you.

I remember your eyes before you passed away. They pierced through me with firm belief. Your eyes spoke of a belief that no matter what, you were going to get my first professional homerun. You always spoke to me like you believed in me. You were one of few who truly believed in me. That ment a lot to me Grandpa. It ment a lot then, and it still rings in my mind now. That you believe in me.

Thank you Grandpa, thank you for being there for me, for believing in me. For setting a goal before me that no one else thought I could accomplish.

I love you Grandpa, and even though you are gone, I know you are still here. I know you were there that night, watching that ball fly over the fence. The crowd began to cheer but I could not hear them. Instead, I heard your voice say, “I knew you could do it.”

Well Grandpa, I did it, and I did it for you. This is your ball, your homerun, and your trophy to cherish. Without you believing I could do it, I may have never accomplished it. This ball is yours forever Grandpa. I will encase this in your gravestone so you can have it. I promised it to you, and now it is yours to keep. I did it grandpa, I finally did it… Thank you for always believing in me. 

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