Missing my favorite sport and other thoughts

The familiar sound of a good kick to the ball was very soothing and certainly inviting. Too bad I don't have the skill of making new friends for the sake of sports, not even for my fave -soccer. Might be something I have to work on one of these days while I'm still -ehem- young.

The larger group of soccer aficionados in the Sunken Garden was a bunch of Koreans and I opted to watch their game for a while. Regardless on whether the opinion is valid or not, I thought I was actually better than them at the sport. Just some strong kicks and running around, I didn't really see anything impressive or any good ball movement or control. On the left corner part of the field from where I was were a bunch of older men, and by my take were of some middle eastern nationalities. They had a better skill-set but were much older and hence a little more conservative in their efforts in the game. I kept watching the Korean group though; something about the strong kicks, the thuddy sound the ball makes, and maybe how I was reminded of just playing the game when I was younger kept me glued to the spot and jealous.

I wanted to play soccer, plain and simple. I'm not that bad at it yet somehow there I was on the corner watching people play it. I wonder how and why I've allowed myself to be in a life where I am just in the sidelines watching the things I love. And i realize that this has been the case with most other things and not just in sports.

Maybe I do need to make resolutions after all.

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"To be aware of a single shortcoming in oneself is more useful than to be aware of a thousand in someone else." - Tenzin Gyatso