In light of the horrific passing of the late and great Kobe Bryant and his beautiful and talented daughter Gianna Bryant, I am inspired to write about the profound meaning I’ve been able to unearth in mist of this heart-wrenching tragedy: that although nothing lasts forever, the impact we live behind does.
Since the day of our births, we are destined to die.
Obviously the things we do in between are a true determining factor in our life’s purpose, but to put things plainly, every human being is born with an invisible biological clock etched in the heavens somewhere that follows us, preluding to the moment we leave this earth. Thus, from the moment we are born we begin to die. I’m not in the business to sugar coat the truth, that’s just the way it is.
The reality of this truth is as heavy as it is undesirable because society doesn’t like being transfixed on the tough and temporary that is life, but on the fun and distractions we wish were permanent.
I guess this why it was so much harder for us to accept the death of Kobe Bryant. Known famously as The Black Mamba, The Dagger, The 8th Wonder of the World, and so many others, Kobe amazed us with being the walking, living-embodiment of sheer tenacity, grit, and talent combined. He was so great we revered him as being of the supernatural. A celestial being whose prowess is imitated, but never recreated. And although we wished to continue seeing this larger-than-life figure gracing our world with his God-like capabilities, the bigger powers that be had other plans in mind and on January 26, 2020 the world faced a parting we weren’t prepared for.
I know nothing in-depth about Bryant, his extensive 20 year career, or how important he was to the basketball world other than what I’ve read online in these past few hours, so I’m not about to regurgitate what’s already out there. That’s not why I’m writing this post. I just to want to get across the pure shock and grief I’ve felt in seeing how a legend so great as fallen the way it has, and how that has me feeling.
Not sure how to feel right now to be honest, but I do know what I must do after giving myself time to digest, feel, deal, and heal from this. I must look forward to another day where I CLAIM the life that I want to live and live that life to. the. FULLEST.
And I say this because Kobe Bryant was the type of person who worked for the success he had. He designed the life he lived and he did so from the very start. He was drafted into the NBA right after high school and would have 4am practices because he only believed in excellence. It was from himself that he demanded greatness, and he wouldn’t stop until he was able to deliver.
How many of us can say we’d do the exact same thing? How many of us are willing to be as disciplined for what we want? Are willing to go the extra length and make the most out of this ONE life that, regardless of the vacation tickets to bought to your NYC trip in 3 months, is not guaranteed?
Kobe Bryant and his greatness seems insurmountable, but that’s because he WORKED to become that way, and that’s why his death felt inconceivable. But even though his death was terribly unfortunate, even though his legacy made in his own image, the life of daughter Gianna Bryant, was fated to leave alongside her father, I will remain forever mindful and inspired by who Kobe Bryant was and what he stood for.
I am mindful of the fact that the days I have left are not as long as I think they are, and because they’re limited and not promised, I owe it to myself to work as hard as I can at filling my days achieving the wildest things of my desires. Because of Bryant, I know that with hard work and determination, it IS possible.
I am also inspired by his actions. By the standard he held for himself. The obstacles he claimed, the pinnacles he reached, the life he created, and the humble and kind person he remained throughout it all.
Kobe Bryant will go down as one of the greatest this world as ever seen in the game of basketball, but he will also go down as one of the most hardest working and aspiring people to ever grace the modern-age. That’s a lesson I’ll remember for a lifetime.