Every once in a while I wonder, memories of old passes through me day by day As I write such blossomly words that would bring Joy to my Readers's Heart.
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How many times have a thought to my self,"give up". Whenever I remember such words I become disgusted with myself. I remember the days of when someone I knew whomheartedly Talked about their dreams only to end up as nothing more as empty ambitions as the cruel world known as "Society" breaks down one's heart.
As we grow older we learn to prioritize things that can guarantee us security, due to this many aspirers such as you and I inevitable choose the most viable option instead of choosing one's dream.
Instead of choosing a Job that would make us happy we ending up choose the route that gives us security. Leaving us in a stranded life with nowhere else to go, but as time passes on one will realize that in the end it is your choice, Our choice to make whether to abandon one's dream and aspirations.
Choose what makes you Happy, Choose what think is right and what you want. In the end, A Happy life is a Good life.
Verse 2
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Between attending classes, hanging out with friends, and getting ready for basketball practice, my schedule became busier than ever. The anticipation of my first practice with the basketball team was palpable, and I was eager to prove myself.
When the day of the first practice arrived, I found myself both excited and nervous. I showed up at the gym early, ready to warm up and get a feel for the space. The gym echoed with the sound of bouncing basketballs and the chatter of players discussing strategies and techniques.
Kent joined me at the gym, his enthusiasm matching mine. "I can't believe we're actually doing this!" he said, adjusting his sneakers. "This is going to be awesome."
"Definitely," I agreed, stretching my legs and arms. "Let's give it our best shot."
The coach arrived promptly and gathered us around. "Alright, team, welcome to your first official practice. Today, we'll be focusing on conditioning and teamwork. We want to build a strong foundation, so give it everything you've got."
We began with a rigorous warm-up session that included sprints, agility drills, and stretches. The intense workout left us breathless but energized. After the conditioning exercises, we moved on to practicing plays and teamwork drills.
The coach split us into smaller groups to work on specific plays. I was paired with a few of the other new recruits and an experienced player named Jake, who seemed to have a natural flair for the game. Jake was supportive and offered helpful tips, which made me feel more comfortable.
As we practiced a new play, I found myself struggling to coordinate with the group. My passes were off-target, and my timing was slightly off. I could sense the frustration of my teammates, and it was clear that I needed to improve quickly.
During a break, Jake approached me with a friendly smile. "Hey, don't sweat it. It takes time to get used to playing with a new team. Just keep practicing and listen to the coach's feedback."
"Thanks, Jake," I said, appreciating his encouragement. "I'll work on it."
The rest of the practice was intense, but I could feel myself improving. By the end of the session, I was exhausted but satisfied with my progress. The coach gathered us again to discuss the practice and give feedback.
"You all did well today," the coach said. "But remember, basketball is as much about teamwork as it is about individual skill. Keep working on your communication and support each other on the court."
As the practice ended, I joined Kent and the rest of the team in the locker room. The atmosphere was positive, and everyone seemed eager for the next practice.
"Hey, how did you find it?" Kent asked, looking enthusiastic.
"It was tough but rewarding," I replied. "I think we're going to have a great season."
Kent nodded in agreement. "Definitely. I'm excited to see how we improve and play together as a team."
Later that evening, I met up with Wingwi at a local café to catch up. We found a cozy table and ordered our usual snacks.
"So, how was your first practice?" Wingwi asked as we waited for our food.
"It was intense," I said, laughing. "I had a few rough patches, but I'm getting better. It's definitely a challenge, but I'm enjoying it."
Wingwi nodded, looking impressed. "That's great to hear. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time. Maybe next time, I'll come watch one of your games."
"I'd like that," I said, smiling. "Thanks for the support."
As we chatted about school, friends, and upcoming events, I felt a sense of contentment. The challenges of the basketball team were pushing me to grow and develop new skills, and the support of my friends made it all the more enjoyable.
With each practice, I felt more integrated into the team and more confident in my abilities. The journey ahead was full of challenges, but I was ready to face them with determination and the support of those around me. The experience of being part of the basketball team was just beginning, and I was eager to see where it would take me.
As the evening drew to a close and Wingwi and I finished our snacks, we lingered over our drinks, discussing our plans for the weekend. The café was quiet, the soft murmur of conversation and clinking cups creating a soothing ambiance.
Just as we were about to leave, the door to the café opened, and a girl with bright, curious eyes stepped in. She looked around and then made her way over to our table, her gaze fixed on me. I recognized her as one of the students from the basketball tryouts, but I hadn't had a chance to get to know her yet.
"Hi, Ja, right?" she said with a friendly smile. "I'm Lily. I've seen you around the gym and thought I'd come over and introduce myself."
I stood up and extended my hand. "Nice to meet you, Lily. How's it going?"
"Pretty good," Lily replied, shaking my hand. "I was actually wondering if I could get your social media handle. It'd be great to stay in touch and maybe work on some team strategies together."
I glanced at Wingwi, who raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile. Then I looked back at Lily. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea. Here's my Instagram handle."
Lily quickly pulled out her phone and typed in the information. "Awesome, I'll send you a message later. It'll be nice to coordinate with you and keep in touch outside of practice."
"Sounds good," I said, smiling. "Looking forward to it."
With a final wave, Lily headed out of the café, and Wingwi and I finished gathering our things.
"Well, it looks like you're making some connections," Wingwi teased as we walked out the door.
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, feeling a bit of a thrill from the unexpected attention. "It's been a pretty eventful day."
As we stepped out into the cool evening air, I reflected on the day's events. The basketball team was becoming a significant part of my life, and meeting new people like Lily was just another exciting twist in the journey. With a newfound sense of anticipation and energy, I was ready to tackle whatever came next, both on the court and in my everyday life.
The chapter of my high school experience was unfolding with new opportunities and challenges, and I was eager to embrace every moment of it.
