Captain Jack Truesilver
Notorious Pirate
For the last three years, I've had a goal to be on my high school's basketball team. Since sixth grade, I've been in love with basketball. The passion for it gradually became stronger as I began playing more. Towards the end of eighth grade, I had the thought, "Well, I'm terrible at basketball, but I love it a lot. What if I got good enough to play for the freshman team next year?"
Thus, the goal was born. For five and a half months, my dad helped me train to become an adequate basketball player, and by the time the tryouts came around, I'd gotten to be pretty good by freshman standards. Well, I made it to the end of the tryouts, being among the 21 best players in the school. But sadly, I was also among the eight people who were not on the roster the next day. But I never gave up. I tried again for the sophomore team, where I made it even further despite being extremely sick, and then again just this last year for junior varsity.
I never made the team. No coach in their right mind would choose a senior, no matter how good they were, who had never played on the team before. A senior wouldn't be sticking around after the season ended. A smart coach would choose good players that have chemistry and mesh and who will also be around for a little longer.
Well, I didn't quit, but I did accept that this was a chapter in my life that had come to a close. But to move on in life, you can't keep rereading previous chapters. You've got to turn the page.
Well, here's my problem. For the last three years, fighting for this dream is all I've known. All I've known is that in order to prove to my school one day that I was a good player, I had to keep going to the gym every day and battling it out with my own self doubt, as well as the doubts of others. So now that I no longer have this goal, I feel pretty aimless.
Essentially, I am the author of my life's story, but now I'm having writer's block.
So my question is this: Have any of you ever felt the same way?/Do you feel that way right now?
Thus, the goal was born. For five and a half months, my dad helped me train to become an adequate basketball player, and by the time the tryouts came around, I'd gotten to be pretty good by freshman standards. Well, I made it to the end of the tryouts, being among the 21 best players in the school. But sadly, I was also among the eight people who were not on the roster the next day. But I never gave up. I tried again for the sophomore team, where I made it even further despite being extremely sick, and then again just this last year for junior varsity.
I never made the team. No coach in their right mind would choose a senior, no matter how good they were, who had never played on the team before. A senior wouldn't be sticking around after the season ended. A smart coach would choose good players that have chemistry and mesh and who will also be around for a little longer.
Well, I didn't quit, but I did accept that this was a chapter in my life that had come to a close. But to move on in life, you can't keep rereading previous chapters. You've got to turn the page.
Well, here's my problem. For the last three years, fighting for this dream is all I've known. All I've known is that in order to prove to my school one day that I was a good player, I had to keep going to the gym every day and battling it out with my own self doubt, as well as the doubts of others. So now that I no longer have this goal, I feel pretty aimless.
Essentially, I am the author of my life's story, but now I'm having writer's block.
So my question is this: Have any of you ever felt the same way?/Do you feel that way right now?
