I have always hated losing. I was never a good loser, and seldom a gracious one. I am still learning to be one, but sometimes you just want to win and can't accept defeat. My brain has been working on what went wrong. What was the problem?? What did I do wrong? I question, I ponder, I wonder... I hate visiting my drawing board because that the board that revisit the past, revises the strategy used and tells me, "here you go, try again." But what if there is no second chance now. As it seems, that isn't I lost a battle that I put so much effort, and time, and even money into. It was a long battle, and that makes defeat all the more worse. If you are wondering what am I talking about, and wish to find out..... Don't bother, I almost never share the matters deep down in my heart. I refuse to open up to a world that is full of change.
Aside from that, I realize that deep down, I still love soccer. My medals may not define me, nor how good I play. It is just that I still love soccer. I just love to play it.. That is why I decided to play even in defense. Something I have not done for a long time in the recent get together match for the J2s.. However, that said, I do not itch to kick a ball, I just enjoy kicking it...
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