Sometimes people fall neatly into our lives—as if from heaven, or as if there was a direct flight from heaven to earth—and we lose them in the same sudden way, the ones we once thought would forever be. people who are part of our lives. " (John Irving)
The first time I saw this passage was about ten years ago, at an age so sensitive that I could even secretly count my breath. Will seriously think about the meaning of friends, think about relationships, and have an idol Kobe Bryant. The first time I saw this passage of John Irving, I liked it, copied it on the blog, and understood the loss with a vague understanding.
Then my world has been expanding, and this passage has gradually been forgotten in a corner that may be a blog, or some room that has not been rummaged. When it reappeared in front of my eyes, it was another day after Kobe left, and for a moment, I seemed to understand what this sentence meant to me. The reason it's more important than other words is that it's like a prophecy, one that only understands the existence of "Oh, that's it" after it happens. This quote goes to the Kobe Bryant in my heart.
Everything needs words, imagination, and constant verification and verification. Otherwise, how can human beings prove the meaning of their existence?
Kobe was once the accumulation of my imagination. I didn't catch "4:00 LA in the morning", but I was obsessed with a desire to go to Staples to watch him play for many years; there were boys who regularly called me early in the morning, reminding me to Going to see a game that is about to start; and having a heated discussion because friends who appreciate it also like Kobe, the friendship is also strengthened and maintained for many years.
His existence seems to be the coordinate of his own growth. I was in school when he won the championship; his trip to China prompted me to buy a scalper ticket for the first time and squeezed into the crowd to watch in the last row; Injured in love; he retired, I graduated from college; he started making movies and writing books, and I started making short films by chance. When I met him in LA in 2017, he was inexplicably a client. I had not followed the NBA for a long time, and when I met him, I had learned to express my excitement without being a fan. But it's still like the finale of a story - "As long as the heart is determined", I still came to LA, and I saw the boss. In particular, I am obsessed with the fact that consciousness determines reality. I believe it is because my wish was heard. In order to verify this speculation, I grabbed my friend frantically and asked: "Do you really want to go to LA to meet Kobe every day?"
It wasn't until now, when a story was over, that I understood: it turned out that finale was not what I thought it was. I've been fooled too many times, and this time was no exception.
Playlist - For Kobe. For the loving person, the big heart.
- Peace Piece - Bill Evans
- My Foolish Heart - Bill Evans Trio
- I Need a Doctor - Dr. Dre, Eminem, Skylar Grey
- 100 Years of Choke - World's End Girlfriend
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