Playing in the big league

L.A.Z.Y!! That's my excuse for taking so long to write anything for the past 2 months.I have had so much to say but so little motivation to just put it out there.I have had so many "i don't feel like it" moments when i just don't feel like writing anything.But the lazy spell was finally broken a few days ago when i heard a really old song (it's not that old ,like 16years ago ).

I honestly got goosebumps listening to it... a rap song with classical music in it!I don't know if am the only person who experiences this, but i can always trace the timeline of my life according to songs that i used to hear at a that particular point in my life.Just give me a song and the events of my life will easily come flashing through my mind .These songs are like a time-machine for me, always taking me back to everything and anything that's considered a memory.
Enough about my special time-travelling skills,let me talk about what this song did to me! I was hooked on just 4 simple lines of this song,

"life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big heart
some of us gotta run a little faster cause we gotta later start
but I'd be a fool to surrender

when I know I can be a contender"

Coolio:"C u when i get there"

The song is like a collection of stories told through a rap and the classical piece in it just "kills" me with the violins!!!Even though am not doing a review about the song i would give it a 9 out of 10(justsaying).
I kept thinking about these words until i wrote this down:

Life is like playing in the big leagues.

The expecatations,
hopes,dreams,goals,
disappointments,sacrifice, the succeses and failures are all part of the game.
The rules are simple;keep living and you will be halfway to winning the game.
Everyone plays a different postion in the team,
everyone has their own unique values to add to the world.
And in every game there will always be an opposing team, and therefore with life it's inevitable to face all sorts of setbacks and opposition.All it takes to finally win the game is to keep playing,don't just play the game, play it with heart!It's a big league, so play it with a big heart.

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