Over a period of time the voices begin to fade. You begin to smell the chalk. Your hands suddenly feel smooth. You see the lines in your mind like a picture painted perfect. You can't remember the last time you thought. In fact your not thinking at all. You see the scratches on the cueball and recognize every smudge on every ball. Everything is apart of you and you are apart of it. This is why you are here at this moment in time. This is your LIFE. You take a breath and feel nothing but yourself and your cue. The questioning yourself is over. There is a purpose for this and even though you don't know what it is you continue unconsiously. Every shot is the most criticle shot of your entire life and yet you seem at ease...like a ball rolling down a endless hill. You wonder how you got here. How did this happen? What door did I open to be granted this power? Then you miss because you just questioned yourself. You felt the zone and betrayed it. You betrayed everything you did by one single thought. Few players can find the zone. No one lives in it. Not even Efren.
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
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