by Bryan To
The author sent this email to the Varsity Tennis team on Sunday afternoon. It reads as follows.
We are doomed.
There’s no point? What is the meaning of life? What is the purpose of living if we are to give ourselves to the bloody hands of Death itself?
Although technically, according to the Bible Revelation 20:14, I quote “Then Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death.” So since Death dies… I guess we won’t die too?
But where was I? WE WILL ALL PERISH. THERE’S NO HOPE.
Even our lord and savior, Pushkar Shinde, won’t be able to hold against the infinite raging demons of Grant. Why come to a war already knowing that we will fall. Already knowing that we will collapse to the imminent defeat?
We shall stand there before a green grassy battlefield, only to wet its beautiful earth with our oozing sweat and tears.
We shall see the whites of our enemies’ eyes, only to sink to our knees as they shove their rackets into our pulsing and conceding hearts.
Why hold them at bay when their serves will rip through our paper strengthened and mushy brains? WHY TRY WHEN WE WILL FALL THROUGH THE PITS OF FIRE LIKE DEATH HIMSELF?
Because we are still alive.
BECAUSE OUR HEARTS STILL POUND GENTLEMAN!
Yes, we are fighting a 5-star recruit ready to play for Yale next year, BUT DO YOU SEE RACKETS PROPELLED IN OUR BODIES YET?
I DO NOT. I SEE A LITTLE LIGHT SHINING FROM THE CLOUDS! However small it may be, we must seize EVERY OPPORTUNITY WE CAN!
Ah who the hell am I kidding? We are screwed.