____T.H.E. .P.A.S.S.
up from my brain is where I bleed...
____F.I.N.D.I.N.G
Searching
Refective
Enigmatic
____M.Y.S.E.L.F
My life spins outta control without football.
Currently in search for inner peace.
Finding myself furthur and furthur away from it..
____F.O.R.E.V.E.R
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Sunday, October 01, 2006
____Absence...
And so, my latest story should end now given the amount of useless time I spent in it. It should have really ended much earlier - or it shouldn't have started. As I take my first step into emptying my brain, the jarring pain is ceaseless. I should have known that fear is the biggest wall that obstructs a person's success. Well actually I do know, just that there was really nothing I did about it.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and imagine what 2 weeks of football-less days have done to ultimately wreck me. It's not as though I'm injured. Yet, nobody came knocking on my door for a game. I really should have taken initiative, shouldn't I? Come to think about it, there was someone asking me for a game, but then why the hesitation, Robin? Be brave and grab your chance. It's not as though I have not played against strangers before. Deja vu it seems when I said I left my boots in hall.
Well, he said that if he manages to find a pair of size10-half boots, he'll contact me so that I can join them for a game. And then I waited and waited and waited again, for the phone call that never came. Size 10-half boots... is it that difficult to find a pair? And then it dawned upon me that it really shouldn't be someone else's responsibility to find that pair of boots. Because if I want to play the game, I should find my own boots! So the question about initiative comes into play again. Robin, Robin... how many times do you want people to take the initiative? It's not that often for someone to be called to play for a team.
Who do you think you are, Robin?! Some big soccer star? You've gotta be kidding. Afterall, you are still where you started out - kicking a freakin' rubber ball as though you're the best player in the area.
Force it out, force it out. Pump it out. Puke it out if need be! Empty that madness of the mind. Nobody stays up late to wait around. It is called madness. Ah, but even the smartest people in the world are guilty of this folly. This madness. But even some fools identify with the fact that some things will be gone when they are meant to be gone. So begone and force it out.
When this entry ends, make sure the jarring pain stops. Look forward and be sure not to be foolish again. Be sure that... something wonderful is being prepared. Specially for me.
Oh how I wish I wouldn't click on the "Publish Post" button.
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