Where do heroes go?

As my first post for TheHoopsCreative, I wondered about what should be the topics of discussion. Would this grow to be something worthwhile? Will people want to read what I write? Conflictions versus my ambitions are something I find to be longterm, yet ever-growing. However, this is worthwhile. It will change someone or help those that might feel lost or confused. It could even save a life because we never know what people are really thinking about until its too late. I want to be that space of protection. More importantly, a place of balance between the world of sports and arts. Ying and Yang. However, they are more alike than people think. Without art, there are no sports. Without physical and mental toughness, there is no art. The world is vast and so are the stars.

I believe this is why I am here: Dreams

As a child, I saw a pack of wolves in a forest as my grandparents were driving us home from a family party. I screamed with excitement and told them what I just saw, but by the time they looked, the wolves were gone. Disappeared into the abyss of trees and fog. They thought I was seeing things but I knew what I saw. Thinking about these kinds of memories makes me believe how important imagination is and how we proceed with our life choices.

I became a hooper and an artist. Two different paths on one journey. From a child becoming one with nature to a woman transformed into a basketball player, I look at the world from various perspectives. I have loved, achieved, and prospered beyond things I could imagine. I have also failed, been heartbroken, and manipulated. I have been the all-star and the bench player. I know the pains and journey of both ends. They are all the same, in the end.

Today is the 24th of February. 2020 has been a hard introduction, but also welcomed with open arms. The loss of two heroes, both of the same blood, same path, but different worlds in age. There is something beautiful about seeing people make an impact, no matter how big or small. No matter the race or gender. That is what makes a hero.

We are powerful just by breathing. Sometimes, I think we get caught up in the world, we forget our own existence and capabilities of truth. Real or not, we look up to the lives that change us, make us believe that it's not over. It will never be over because we won't ever give up. 

 So, where do heroes go? 

 They never leave.