Heat Fans

Yesterday's game of The Miami Heat vs The Boston Celtics was incredible. Lebron and Wade were all over that court! Although, Wade and James were not the only ones on that court. It was a team effort and each player played the best they could and because of that we won the first game of the Eastern Conference Finals! But, this blog is not to mention the obvious. We all know that The Heat are amazing. Now, as for the fans, I don't think I can say the same. I am bothered that as I watch the game from home, comfortable in the couch and with the boyfriend, I noticed some fans leaving the stadium, with still three minutes left of the fourth quarter! I understand that we knew by that point that the game was won; however, there are still three minutes left! I find it so disrespectful towards our players, they are out there giving their all and us as fans should admire it. I understand that traffic after an event is crazy, but if you are paying to watch this game, to feel the rush of each basket being made, might as well watch it to the very ending. A true fan, would stay till the end. Miami, let's be true and stay to the end. Let us not be the type of fans that are only fans when are team is winning. Think about it. 

The Girl on Fire

I have this knack for reading. I love it. It's something that just takes my mind away and I admit I enjoy reading young adult novels. A trilogy that I have read recently is Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games. If you watched the movie, then you sort of understand the meaning behind this story. However, if you did enjoy the movie- I recommend the books!! Even if you haven't seen the movie, go ahead and watch it, but don't stop from reading the books. Or you could do what I did, read the books first and then enjoyed the movie. 

The book is based on the future, a world that has been destroyed by humans and war. They now live in 12 different districts, all commanded by the Capitol. In each different distract something is created or made. Example, district 12, the one our protagonist Katniss lives in is where coal is distributed from. Mostly everyone is poor, going hungry as time passes. This is the life that has been happening for years and no one knows any better. Seventy four years ago after one of the districts (#13- Nuclear District) decided to go against the Capitol and lost, the Hunger Games started. These games are of kids ages 12 to 18, a boy and girl from each district, that get chosen through a raffle and then placed in a arena to fight till the death. Throughout the arena cameras are hidden, the whole performance is recorded and the world is watching. The last one to survive, the victor, will live a life of riches in their district and for the rest of the year, the district will not starve and will be looked after. Nice reward, is it not? Almost like the time of the Gladiators, where slaves were forced to fight to the death, all to keep viewers entertained and to remind everyone who in fact still had the power.  

This story, as most nowadays, is about a the girl that always considered herself somewhat invisible but somehow is spectacular. Of course their is a love triangle that goes about all three books, but this isn't the story that matters- the love between Katniss and Peeta or Katniss and Gale is not the moral of this tale. This trilogy is not about who Katniss loves more or who she will end up with; even though it is a part that you can't help but wonder, but instead it's about the world and that one person can be the inspiration for something better. 

Go! Read the books, I promise you won't be disappointed.  And if you have read it, tell me what you think! Tweet to me @evyzdreams, I would love to hear your intake on the story of the girl on fire.

God is not Religion

Recently I was asked if I was religious, not so much religious as if I believed in God. I nodded, but the confused look that my face must have worn made her ask the question again. This time I uttered the word yes. Either she believed it or she just decided to stop asking. But that question for some reason, hours, even days and weeks later still haunted me. 


Look, I don't think I was ever the religious type. I mean, when I was younger my mother would tell me the Catholic stories such as the birth of Jesus and the three wise men or of Adam and Eve and Noah and the large ark that God asked him to build, I guess then maybe I believed a little. But as time passed and I grew older I started believing less on the stories that Catholic Church would tell us (note: I never really went to church unless it was because of a wedding), you know the stories about us being born in sin and basically the rest of our lives we will be seeking to make right. All the punishments that would be placed upon us for breaking any of the many sins that they have listed and if you didn't ask for forgiveness a hot and dark eternity waits for you in the afterlife... I just didn't bite. Nevertheless, I would still say I was a Catholic whenever someone would ask me, just for the reason that I wouldn't know what to say. Could I say I wasn't religious? So did that make me an atheist to the one who asked?  


It wasn't until I got to college and decided to minor in religion that the little I believed was diminished. At first, I joined the classes to learn about other religions and not only about Catholics; however, the more learning I did the more I realized that religion is man driven. Men that wanted power, men that wanted to control and by doing so used God as their weapon.


The funny thing about learning and becoming more involved with something is that the more I learned the more interested I became. I admit, college made me less religious, actually it made me not be religious at all, but to learn about other beliefs was fascinating. I love to talk to others about their beliefs, to see what drives them to be believers or why they are religious or why they are not. That is probably why I am sharing my story with you guys, because I try really not to get into my views with people, scared that I would offend. Just like when I told my mother I didn't believe in religion she was in shock. She, of course, went on to say she doesn't understand how I can't be religious and what has happened to me that I am so different from my sisters. She would even tell me she doesn't understand how I studied it in college and yet still don't believe. I never had the nerve to tell her I always doubted religion and that school was in fact the reason that made me lose any small drop of religious i still had. On the other hand, now when I mention God my mother and sisters for some reason always have to say something about me not believing in God. This annoys me. I said I didn't believe in religion, not that I didn't believe in God. No it is not the same thing... not at all. 


So, while I believe religious to be a sham, I do believe that God does exist. Don't get me wrong guys, I do believe in God or of a higher being of some sort. I mean after all, something had to bring forth the bacteria that started life on our planet. I do even at times find myself praying. God is not religion. That is something that I wish many would understand. 


*Please note this is my opinion, I respect everyone and their beliefs.*