Losing number 54-smart or not?

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By now everyone knows that Brian Urlacher was not signed by the Chicago Bears as the two sides couldn’t agree to terms. Was this a smart move by the Bears though?

One side of it is that Urlacher is getting older, he has lost a step or two and the Bears can’t afford to pay him the money he wants. The other side is that the Bears have no apparent replacement for number 54 especially now that they let Nick Roach sign elsewhere. The Bears defense has at most 2 years left to play (Up for debate) at their current level as all key players are aging as well. And you can look at stats all you want but there is no way to understand his leadership unless you are in that locker room. 

The Bears don’t need to sign another hall-of-famer at linebacker to fill Urlacher’s void but they do need a competent player who can hold his own and run the defense. To me the Bears will miss the leadership that Urlacher brought and I don’t see Lance Briggs or Charles Tillman filling that need, at least not completely. Looking at Phil Emery and his track record I have hope that he has a plan and that the need will be addressed in the draft. I do agree with Urlacher that it was a “slap in the face” that Emery and the Bears did not call him to let him know of the situation, rather Urlacher found out through other sources. However I can’t say it was a “slap in the face” when it came to the contract because this is a business and sometimes like they say, good things must come to an end. 

Only time will tell us if this was a good move but no one can argue that Brian Urlacher was an amazing player who gave his all to this city, to this organization and to his team mates. You will be missed number 54, we thank you for everything you have done. 

 

 

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Life is a strange and beautiful thing

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I am only 22 years old and I have a lot of living to do, and I am completely aware of this. Now life is a funny thing because it isn’t something that is understood by anyone, at least not completely. Throughout my young life though I have seen quite a bit and I have come across countless number of people, who are living but aren’t alive. I used to be one of those people who would get angry over pointless things, have stupid arguments, and take things for granted. I would get swept up in the routine, I would just rush through things and not enjoy where I actually was. So many of us do this and fail to realize that we are in a methodical funk. We have been almost programmed to believe that this is the right way to live and that the All Mighty Dollar is the key to happiness.

Now my point in writing this isn’t about the corporate world and that whole argument ( Save that for another day!) 

What I want to talk about is how we live on an emotional and spiritual way. As many have said before my time, that changing ones self is how you change the world. Everywhere I look I see people who are jealous, petty, or hold on to this anger that won’t do them any good. Now i know it’s easier to say this because everyone has their own battles to fight and I understand that, BUT we all have it within ourselves to live a better life. Living a simple and good life is all about perspective, about how you see the world and the things around you. 

Think about this, that argument you had with your friend about forgetting to invite you somewhere or for talking to the girl you like, is it really worth it? I mean if this is a repetitive pattern you might want to think about your friendship but to have ill feelings is a whole other topic. The way I look at things is if I am lying on my death bed in my last moments of life is that even going to cross my mind? It seems silly to think about everything in that context but believe me it works. There is beauty all around us and we just have to take the time to appreciate it. 

 

Now I can say a whole bunch of cliches or spout my beliefs but the truth is this isn’t going to be something that anyone else can make you see. For me, I woke up one day and something inside of me just clicked. I saw the world for what it truly was. I know I sound like a hippie and that I am off my meds but trust me this is something that comes from within. This realization has led me to mediate when I get time, which can refresh you on all levels. Just take some time throughout your day, it can even be 15 mins but just close your eyes and think of something that brings you true joy. Just let yourself be immersed in that image, in that thought and just let go. 

I guess what I am trying to say with this whole post is that life is short and we only truly get one. The life we are living is something precious and every breath we take is a gift, so don’t waste it.

It’s funny I started writing this thinking I could tell people what the right way to live is but in reality I can’t do that. This is just something that needs to come from within and I hope you all have a moment in your lives that will help you find inner peace. Life is a beautiful and crazy ride, buckle up and enjoy!

Until next time~Peace, Love & Respect~

The Sweetness Of Silence

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Words, my best friends and my worst enemy. In my mind they are going at a hundred miles an hour….BUT that is where they stay. I try to get them to the tip of my tongue but ohhh no they said to me “this is not done” So now I am drowning in my words, in my thoughts, in my own insecurities. Now don’t get me wrong some of these words do make it out like battered soldiers coming back home from war, but when these words kiss the wind they get carried somewhere else instead of the ears I so long wish to communicate with. Whoever it may be on this day fails to see the words I so gently and delicately picked out for them, and just them. Slap in my face, wouldn’t you say. See now I want to tell the world about my ideas, my thoughts, my feelings but this apprehension has got my words hostage. But these old words have little fight in them with all their mileage. The silence as cruel as it is has become one of my best friends, following me around like I was its caretaker. Silence in all of its sick mannerisms comes up to me and asks “How are you today? What are we doing today? I hope you never leave my side.” Like a crazy, obsessive stalker ex girlfriend silence won’t leave. The silence won’t leave me. Now let me paint a picture so vividly that you soon will find yourself in my place. So lets start with the words that sit at my feet, these are the words that express my defeat. And with each step I take escape is what they seek. Now to the words that flow by my knees, these are the words that should come to me with ease but instead I freeze. The words that run up and down my thighs are filled with lies that love to see the surprise in your eyes.The words at my waist are often misplaced or erased. And once at my chest for long these words do not rest because they are suppressed  The words that somehow make it to my throat are the very words that make me choke. It’s all for nothing and I wind up going home broke.  Now since childhood my words always played on the tip of my tongue  they would get close to jumping off but they would turn around and run. The youngest of two it was expected to be coddled and overlooked but it shook…me because now I feel like I can’t express myself freely. I find inspiration from Dylan and I keep telling myself the times- they are a changin. Because these words are flowing at an immense pace and this damn dam I have built up won’t hold up much longer. But for now I let my words flow to my fingers and from my fingers to countless numbers of blank white pages. And piece by piece Waiting to be turned in to masterpieces and just for a moment this apprehension ceases….to exist.