"Slowly the pulse weakened, she grew faint...fraile...on the verge of fainting...light became darkness and the voices faded away...."
Everyone has a passion of their own, people identify with their football teams, basketball, some naturalists with mountains, others with rivers or plainly the out doors. I identify with soccer. It's a passion to feel the adrenaline rush, the emotion of getting the ball in complete control, making the right moves, calibrating the strength and force used to send the ball across the field and scoring a GOAL. That's what get's me going and whatever negativity lies within, tends to make its way out once I set foot on that green field-all perfectly lined with fresh paint!
The scent of the grass, the paint, and seeing the soccer ball rest in the middle of the field drives the blood in my vains at high speed. That's what I LOVE. To take out whatever negativity attempted to infiltrate into my system, to invade my mind, soul, and well-being and leave it there in that field. I love to reject it with a hard kick and into the NET.
IT does not matter the circumstances, the voices that speak of vile terms, the venom spilled over me...it matters none. Everything is left there on that field, to take out whatever stress has invaded me or whatever has come my way. I play to relieve those emotions, to detoxicate my well-being...it's my haven, my world of "Solitude." It is in that place where my mind goes blank and resets into soccer mode and my competitive self comes out.
Sure this makes absolutely no sense to some, to me this is my Yoga! The source and strength to look forward to! I may not have the skills, the moves, or the speed, but I have the passion within. I also identify myself not with the greatest soccer player: Messi nor Forlan, but rather with Caseres: he's a maniac, can't deliver the ball, but does not give up on a lost ball! I don't loose sight of my objective: having that ball in my control, neither does Caseres.
This is definately the most random note ever, however, I know that many out there could use a little motivation to dig inside themselves and find that passion. To get out of being a couch potatoe and do something active, to move, and be an example to others. I love to be active, proactiv, and using my abilities to better myself and perhaps along the way grab a few folks with me.
So why the random quote above? It is because I get so competitive that often I drive myself too hard and forget that I am only human and have my limits. Yes, I have blacked out before during soccer "practices" not a good feeling, but who can deny that having that adrenaline rush doesn't feel good! lol.
LET's MOVE AMERICA! ps. personal pet-peeve: all the fast food places everywhere and everyone indulging very glutenously over such foods. Drives me insane and the thought makes me gag. :/
