Dealing With Myself
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There are so many
things that I love and enjoy doing. I love chocolates, I love tapsilog, I love
making poems, I love ballet, I love singing, I love music, I love computer
games, I love puppies, I love kittens, and I love sports. I love sports because
with basketball, volleyball, tennis, badminton, golf, and all the other sports,
I can be who I’ve always wanted to be—not Sharapova, nor Jordan, neither Woods.
I can be true to what I feel. I can be true to what I want to do. I can be me. 
Every time I touch
a ball or a racket, there’s a certain spark that signals a magnetic force in my
mind which enables me to focus on the game. Focus. Sports give me focus like no
other kilig koreanovela can. In a
matter of choice, I’d rather jog every morning to keep in shape than to watch
“Which Star are you from?”, “Full House”, or “Princess Hours” (if their airtimes were transferred in the morning!).
Another thing that
I love about sports is that it gives me a way of killing boredom. The
unnecessary and meaningless thoughts that my creative mind formulates can be
discarded. My mind no longer needs a reason to go astray anymore because sports
teaches me to reflect on myself and my mistakes to become more mature. I don’t
let anybody influence me that easily anymore. I know now how to differentiate
right from wrong. So when I play, it’s just between the game and me. All that
would matter is how I played and why I played.
Unity. My teammates
taught me this. I’ve realized that I need it in the game, in my relationships
and in my life. Before I learned this word, I was always inconsiderate as to
what my sisters felt when I divided the Toblerone my mom would bring home as
our pasalubong. I’d often act like
the eldest even though I was only the second child.
“One for Ate Jica,
one for me, one for Jasmin, two for me, one for Julia Mae, three for me!”
But now that I’ve
grown, there is nothing sweeter than passing a ball to your teammates. Now that
I’ve grown, I can see the ridicule of being an island. Now that I’ve grown, I
listen to other people’s opinion and somehow trust them. Each mistake that I
make gives me an opportunity to learn new things. Now that I’ve grown, I can
enjoy the fun of sharing what my teammates and I love the most—the game.
The Enemy. The
words seem humorous to me because it’s ironical that I want all my opponents to
become my close friends. I’ve always idolized my opponents because I know that
most of them, are better than me. They have different attitudes and techniques
in playing the game. There are so many things that I have yet to learn. And I
usually learn it from them.
Sportsmanship is an
important value that I’ve acquired in playing different kinds of sports.
Throughout my childhood years, I’ve always been pikon and sometimes, I think I still am. I hated losing to my
sisters every time we started arguing. But my love for the game changed my
frame of view. I learned that losing does not tell the whole world that you are
useless, good-for-nothing nor stupid; it does not prove anything at all. Losing
only tells you to show the whole world that you’re willing to stand up and try
again. It tells you that you’re on your lowest state and that there’s no other
way but up. So , let’s go up!
I have a dream yet
to fulfill. A dream that I’ve been wanting to reach since I’ve first touched
this rough, spherical, red orange-colored ball. My heart would pound. My chest
would scream. And I’ve decided that I wanted more of this feeling, this dream.
A dream that would certainly give me true happiness. A dream that would add
sense as to why I would want to continue struggling to learn more. And that
dream is to become a tri-athlete.
