Kobe Doesn’t Have A Perfect Life

Kobe Bryant just announced that he would retire from playing basketball once the current season comes to an end. Earlier today on the morning radio waves, Kobe was praised and glorified by the hosts across the globe for his professional accomplishment to a point, where, as a listener, I was left with the impression that he was a some sort of hero, whose life I wanted to emulate badly. No doubt Kobe was and is an excellent athlete; that being said, medias’ heavy emphasis, solely, on his professional credits somehow made me think that his work was his life. Of course, on a conscious level, I knew that was not the case. However, the intricacy of work life equation is always challenging to manage.

Is our life defined by, or almost equivalent to our work?

Some of us will say no, because there is more to life than what we do to make money in order to sustain our livelihood. Some of of us will say yes, because we tend to spend so much time at work and, large part of our daily living is happening in the confine of professional space and, revolving around our colleagues; and hence this notion of work is life is not that far-fetched; rather, is quite truth-telling.

In my opinion, work is not exactly life. Although, for many of us, a majority of life happen at work; however, life is bigger than any work-space can contain. At work, we are expected to be professional; in other words, sharing and presenting the best personal traits and merits, while keeping those sides of us that may undermine our importance and destroy our reputation in the public eyes under cover. In life, over time, we have no choice but accept and learn to live with personal characteristics that may have the potential to make us look like a jerk in the eyes of others if they were ever exposed and discovered, because we realize that, just like us, life is not a spotless creation. Rather, it is made up of purity and stain, glory and ugliness. The mixing of the polar opposites is what makes life an interesting yet, at times, difficult journey to travel along.

Medias tend to magnify the ups of a public figure’s vocational journey. The cherry-picking reporting style creates a faux illusion of the perfect life, the likes of Kobe Bryant leads. No, although Kobe has a spectacular career; however, he does not have a perfect life.

One Opinion In A Sea of Thousands

Have you ever been told that you are too ugly for something particular that captures your heart? Maybe not… maybe not in such a harsh language. That being said, I think that all of us have been told by some stranger, families, friends, even our inner self, at some point of our lives, that we are not good enough to realize a dream that matches our heart’s desire. What do we do then after being reminded unexpectedly of our “incompetency”? Some of us may give up on our imagination; some may become content with a life of mediocrity; and some may continue to forge ahead and persevere even if the destination of whatever adventure that we have determined to embark on seems million miles away.

I came across this repost, a paragraph written by Meryl Streep, last night on Facebook. Her words of confession were inspiring and resonating with every string in my heart.


Whoever judges us on face value, and says we are not good enough for something that we are after wholeheartedly is just “one opinion in a sea of thousands.” If we keep on believing in someone else’s bias naively, we will be drowned in time by smallest tide that nature has ever produced. The ocean is vast and full of richness and wonder. We never know what the next tide may bring. In times of rejection, let’s force ourselves to stand up straight in order to let the smallest tide pass by our feet unaffectedly.

Subway Train Ride

Standing on the inside of a subway train, inevitably, we will see some stranger in a conversation shaking his or her head, being a good listener to his or her friend’s stories. The facial expressions of the stranger usually is either happy or sad; business like or casual; amazed or frustrating; surprised with elation or shocked with horror, I often wonder whether or not the reason why most people employ the head shaking technique, while conversing with others, is for the purpose of elevating, emphasizing, and demonstrating the degree of sympathy and understanding they are able to establish with and harbor for their friends.

Subway is an environment, in which all types of people congregate. Some, for the benefits of others, keep everything they do in a public space as such to the minimum, while some others, who are unapologetic crusaders of their uniqueness and individuality, continue to act and talk like no one is around them in such a cramped space; like the way, in which they do so at home. Their overly asserted confidence and loudness do nothing but make them become the target of public side-eye and sneer, as a result.

As the subway train goes from one station to another, life changes, enriches, and matures with the motion of each and every open and closed door. People come and go in minutes, our scenery changes in seconds, the uttered words of others are lost in memory with a blink of the eye, and our world views and place in the world deepen and become solidified with every breath that we take. Riding a subway train is more than a regular daily commute, it is also like a traverse through different phases of life.