As it turns out, the Mavs lost to the Heat and the NBA final was over.
So what?
I'm even glad that the abhorred team got the better of their opponents; otherwise, I would have been cheering for the home team, wasting more of my time, and god knows what would happen next. But now, I woke up from this nightmare. All that commotion out there had absolutely nothing to do with me.
Therer are many dimensions in this world (for a moment, I'm not talking about physics here) and a few of them interact with each other. For instance, my own dimension interwines with my family's dimension, as we live together and influence each other's decisions. Other dimensions are too weakly connected, if there's any connection at all. The NBA final surely causes huge concerns among basketball fans, but to me, I can't change the way it's going, nor can it do anything to my life. Whether a team wins or loses, I'm happy or not, it is I myself, not the games, that modifies the life I'm living. It is different because I want it to be; the other dimension, at most, can initiate an emotional stir, and that can be easily disregarded as it is maneuverable by the way I choose to perceive things. If I tell myself Heat should win, then in spite of the fact that subconsciously I still prefer mavs, I can easily come to the rationalization that things are just going the way it should be, and understanding the logic is far more powerful than a human's capricious wish, as long as the person has enough sanity.
I used to let these unrelated dimensions guide my through many things. I might become glad, sad, furious, or confident depending on these little things. It's interesting to realize now that my world cannot be more chaotic and illogical, even though I claim to be a zealou adherent to logics and rationality. I almost feel the urge to laugh at myself, for I have imposed unreasonable and irrelevant things on my life without knowing, or admitting it.
Sort things out; it starts now.