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(Chase)
I had always been fond of games. I like doing things that would make me pant, increase my pulse rate, and make me sweat a lot. Why, you ask? Because it's fun. It's fun how my brain tells my body to enjoy the things life can offer me as a person. Aside from the fact that Gerald was a part of the varsity team, I joined the cheerleading squad because cheering for a sport I really like was really fun. I like how my adrenaline rush takes over me as I shout for defense and foul. I like the feeling of how I wanted to punch the opponent's face whenever I catch him bumping and pushing the players I cheer. I like how the team plays hard to show me the efforts I gave were not wasted.
I like basketball. There is no point in denying the obvious. I don't know why. Maybe because basketball resembles life; about an endless run with obstacles ahead of you. Shooting the ball in the ring is like reaching the goals and accomplishments you always wanted. It would make you want to jump in joy and smile like an idiot. And then there are times where you face your greatest rival which makes it hard for you to take a turn, crossover, and to take another shot. The most frustrating part is losing that thing you wanted to have because someone stole it from you, to be taken away something you strove so hard to get, to lose something you thought you already have. There are times it's too hard to continue, too hard to run more, too hard because it's tiring. You stumble and fall, get injuries, almost get killed, and sometimes get... scared. I bet everyone gets sick of trying so hard to lose in the end. And then suddenly the tick tok of the clock stops, the players freeze, your heart thumps slowly and loudly, and the crowd gets silent leaving you with one question; to try or to give the game up. But because life is a very interesting game, you choose the first. At least I did.
I even bought GSW merchandise, watched every game, and played The Hunger Games as I try to get a ticket for NBA's game seven. Unfortunately tickets were sold out because fans are obviously killing each other just to get one, I told you it was a real life The Hunger Games, so I had to watch the game at home. I could've been there, you know. I could've been there to show Curry and Thompson's efforts are much appreciated by the fans, that they aren't wasted, that even though they lost, we, fans are still supporting them. I could've been there but I wasn't able to because I lost the fight so I had to buy blueberry cheesecakes to make me feel better. CAVS won this game but I sure as hell GSW will win next. No one beats the legends.
I don't know why I like it though. One thing I know is that our life is a big mystery game, a maze. It's exciting and scaring at the same time. It's exciting how our life has a lot of secrets and turns but frightening too because we don't know when, where, and how the maze will end. Most of the time the maze is too confusing and too tiring to play because we always end up in a dead end. Just one wrong decision can take you to somewhere you don't intend to go to. Just one mistake will make you want to give up.
Five years ago I thought it's okay to make mistakes and to get hurt. I thought it's okay to continuesly fall on the ground, scratch your heart and get hurt as long as it's for the person you love. But then I was wrong, as always. I took off my blinders and I realized the truth. Most of the time the people we love the most hurts us the most. When I lost my child it became a trigger and it woke me up. I never knew a mother's lost is earth shattering. That was the last straw telling me that was enough.
