So its over.
It came without me knowing, and it went right past me.
How did I feel? Out there, fighting for the team, the survival of the guy’s team, knowing deep inside that it was probably futile no matter what. yet I tried. We tried, and yes, goddamn fucking hard too, against opponents who had mostly been much much much more experienced than us. While the others sent down hordes to will their team on, we fought on, each of us willing the rest to go on, alone, no cheering, for all that VJ is renowned for.
Did we achieve anything? Did we prove anything? In the end we got 10th, a two place improvement from last year. Proud of ourselves? yes. Oh well to any of my bowling mates visiting my blog, i’m proud to have bowled with you guys and girls. So what if we guys won nothing? The attitude and the spirit is reward enough for all the effort. To the juniors, you lot are really talented. Go for your dreams, I definitely believe all of you can do it. Believe in yourselves!
As for myself, people around me may/may not have wondered why i look so lost, but many do not realise that this is possibly my last time bowling, permanently. *tears* it feels so hard to give up the one thing you feel so greatly for, not being able to feel the ball in your hands, to be able to be on the approach, to feel the ecstacy of a strike, a spare conversion, or even the agony of missing a strike or a spare.
*closes eyes in contemplation*
Ah well, such is life. But i will not be defeated, i will strive, i’ll work towards that day where i’ll be able to hold that raging inferno in my hand again. trust me i will.
listening to the ffx and x-2 soundtrack now. its so reflective of my mood.
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