Become a Trail Blazer not a follower

Life is an ongoing journey that many people take for granted. We live in a country where the opportunities to succeed are infinite, yet we close our eyes and walk not knowing in what direction we’re heading.  Today I’ve decided to sit, relax and let my words tell a story; why you might ask? Because I’m a leader, it’s been in my DNA since I was a child. As a soccer player I probably wasn’t the most skilled as I’ve had the opportunity to play with amazing players, my forte was being the most vocal. It wasn’t long ago when I doubted myself and my abilities to do great things in life, the exact same  things I had promised myself I would accomplish as a young boy. My biggest fear was to be that guy with a lot of talent who never made it. I wasn’t ready to be that guy, I didn’t want to be that guy, so I didn’t become that guy.

Therefore I took chances, I worked for free and sometimes I got exploited by those who said they wanted to help me in the sports  journalism world.
“Somewhere along the lines you changed, you stopped being you!!You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you that you’re no good! And when things got hard, you started looking for something to blame, like a big shadow!”
Rocky
At the end of the day, they did help me.  I gained more experience and met a lot of people that I look up to. I felt like a diamond who had been looked over several times. There’s a saying that says that when it rains it pours, that can be in both a negative and positive manner. I’m a Trail blazer creating a new path for the generations behind me. I’m not perfect, I constantly make mistakes, the difference is that I don’t allow mistakes to define who I am. Mistakes serve me as the stepping stones that will lead me to the promise land.
I was never fed with a golden spoon, I’ve had to work hard to get where I am today and I’m still not content or satisfied. There’s always room for improvement and growth. I believe in God and thank him for the opportunity to enter this competitive field where many young men like myself also seek an a chance to show their talent. All you need is one person to believe in you and the rest is up to you. You have to be able to look beyond the horizon, visualize where you would like to go and surround yourself with people that won’t allow you to give up. If you measure success by the amount of money you have, you’re yet to find true success. Love what you do and do it well should be the motto.  Three years ago when I lost my job, experienced a bad break up and had huge family issues, I adopted what today is still my motivation phrase;  I WILL MAKE IT!
I see myself doing amazing things in sports journalism and I won’t stop until I get there. I’m conscious that not everyone will like me, or my style. Nevertheless, that doesn’t change my plan. My motivation has always been to inspires my ENTIRE FAMILY and close friends. I’m not famous nor am I rich. I’m still that boy from South Central who grew up with African Americans and Latinos dreaming of one day making it in life. The older I get, the more I’m able to grasp how lucky I am to be on this earth and to have friends, siblings who care about me. Most importantly a mother  who’s been my number one fan from day one.  The person who’s sacrificed her life in order for my siblings and I to have food in our table. I don’t write for the compliments. I write because a great teacher by the name of Mr. Edwards once taught me the importance of expressing our thoughts with words. 14 years later, that advice  still resonates in my head.
“if you’re going to  be successful, you have to be willing to give up sleep!! You have to be willing to work on 3 hours of sleep 2 hours. If you really want to be successful, some days you’re going to have to stay up 3 days in a row! Because if you go to sleep, you might miss the opportunity to be successful! That’s how bad you gotta want it! Don’t Quit! You’re already in pain, might as well get a reward!!!”
How bad do you want it? I want it bad. Some of you say you want it bad but not as bad as you want to party. Like a performing enhancing drug, people want the easy and fast way. It doesn’t work that way. If you’ve made it this far, you’re interested in my thoughts and I can only hope I’ve inspired you in a small way.
There’s always light at the end of the tunnel.
Moisés Linares

My almost first time

I must confess that some of my best memories in life, were during teenage years. Life was much simpler back then, my priorities were soccer, soccer, girls and school. In retrospect, I can recall some of the notorious things some of my friends and I committed. I’ll get to the point and give you some examples

It wasn't my fault

  1. Go to the club at the age of 16, telling girls I was 21 and simply a baby face killer.
  2. Take my friends sister’s car for a joy ride at 2am while she slept.
  3. Throw a house party that earned us around 3000 dollars we used to throw an even bigger party.
  4. Meet girls on ‘The Loop’ that looked completely different in person (Check out Online dating.)

The point I’m trying to make here, is about my almost first time. Let’s be honest, there’s a few important things for boys growing up. With that said, one of the most important things for teenage boys is losing their virginity. I recall my teenage years in which all my guy friends would talk about their experiences, one of my friends claimed to have lost his virginity at the age of 12. I really don’t know what his parents were doing when this happened. Despite his story, I’ve never really believed the guy, that’s simply not normal, I was still playing with dirt at the age of 12. With that said, let’s get to my story, my neighborhood was full of girls, I had five sisters whom the neighborhood boys were after.

I was after a few girls myself, but in those days I wasn’t the luckiest guy with the ladies. Nevertheless, there was one that always looked at me when I walked home from school, I was pretty shy and would turn around to avoid making eye contact. Around the guys I was tough and a stud, “Yea, you don’t know what I would do to her if I had the chance.” If only they knew back then that I was simply putting up a front. “Hey Moses, you look cute today,” were the words she would say to me every other day. I would simply smile and keep walking. Whenever any of my friends would walk the neighborhood alongside myself, I would say, “She want’s me,” in order to seem tough.

It wasn’t until one day that I was walking home from school that she actually walked in front of me. “Why don’t you talk to me? are you scared?” she asked me, “Scared? pfff, why, why, why would I be scared of you?” I responded in a stuttering manner. I decided to walk home even faster after the conversation was over. I knew this girl was up to no good and it truly felt that she was the guy and I was quite the opposite of a boy. What happened after still resonates in my mind like it occurred yesterday. Why? because it has without any doubts been one of the funniest secrets I’ve never told anyone, just you guys and who ever you share this with.

It was around 9pm, I was sitting in the living room when a sudden knock on my door removed my undivided attention from the television. For some reason, I was the only person in the living room, everyone else was somewhere else around the house. At the moment it was just my fortune, my sisters would have communicated my malice intent to my mother in the split of a second. Back to the knock on the door, I got up an open when my eyes open wide. It was the girl who confronted me about being scared, yes, the same one who talked to me for months. I said “Hi, what’s up, what are you doing here,” she gave me this strange look I had never seen at that point of my life.” She looked at me firmly and said” YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT,” I really didn’t know but I had a pretty good idea. My eyes began to sparkle as I thought my lucky day had finally arrived. I told her to wait a second as I got ready and plotted my plan.

I needed a place, this was definitely not going to happen in my house with my sisters and parents in it. Lucky for me, we lived in a duplex, (two houses side by side.) No one lived next door and we used it as a storage room where we had a lot of things we didn’t really use. “That’s where I will take her I thought,” there was a couch, a lot of clothing material someone was using. I needed protection, to my luck, I had a condom as old as ‘Adam and Eve,’ one of my friends had given it to me.

After a while I found myself inside the empty side of the house, I obviously made out with the girl when she told me, “Let’s do this already.” I had simply forgotten to tell her I was a virgin and that I had never really done anything of this sort. To be honest I don’t think I had ever opened a condom prior to that encounter. I battled opening and properly installing something I’ve never used. It was like operating a DJ system for the first time, you know what it does and what it’s good for, but you need to learn how to use it properly before anything.

The next step was even more difficult, where do I go from here? This girl wasn’t helping much, I had no clue, I kept kissing her as I kept plotting the plan in my head. I really had no idea and at this point I began to rethink the idea that this would be my lucky day. When all of a sudden, in case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t get lucky, my neighbor came inside and said “Who’s there?” I jumped up like a springboard and said, “It’s me, I’m just sitting here, you know.” She didn’t say anything, so I thought.” It didn’t happen, It wasn’t my lucky day after all. My mother found out and sometimes that’s the worse thing that can actually happen. “So you’re bringing girls over now big boy? (Slap.)” I really had nothing to say, I had lost twice in less then a day. The most important thing came the next day, I told everyone that I had gotten lucky and that I was the man.

It was completely a lie but I ran with the story because that’s what boys that age usually do, today I laugh when I think how silly, young and stupid we can be as teenagers. Thank for reading and feel free to share my teenage luck with your friends, it’s simple, just click on your social media site of preference. Follow me on twitter@mlinares10