For me, contentment is synonymous with only one place – the soccer field.
Whilst the world has its argentine genius – Lionel Messi and its English
architect – Wane Rooney, the local playground had me, a hesitant 17 year
old with raging hormones looking forward to shining each day, trying to
outdo himself, working towards achieving greater heights.
Soccer is my passion, although my fascination for the sport developed
long after I had walked away from soccer coaching. I did not enjoy the
experience because of my lack of ability, embarrassment and fear of the
coach himself. Thus, I shied away from one of the best opportunities I would
ever get to become a good player.
Sometime later, when my peers started to shift focus towards their studies,
funnily enough, the playfield started appearing on my schedule every
The colony ground was the place to be, in the waning hours of the
day. Picture this: The sun is just setting. Twelve people, one ball. The
atmosphere filled with shouts of enthusiasm, yells of frustration and joyous
calls of celebration. However, from my point of view , the situation was very
different. I was the oldest, and also no good. I watched friends become
more adept at the game while I struggled just running with the ball.
Eagerly and ardously, I approached each day as one full of new opportunity,
and yet the cogs that turned within me always seemed to malfunction at the
instant I was passed the ball. Hesitant and uncertain, I did not know what to
do with it. By the time I devised a tactic, my chess board would have been
Usually, when you put in hours of work on something, like Math, you
gradually improve. However, I realized this wasn't a mathematical equation
with one answer, or an inequality, with a...