The Small Matter of Moments…
I guess you’re either creating or re-living. Or possibility both, and probably always. You live and the whole time your mind is churning about, double checking everything to see if any of the present combinations rings a bell.
A nylon shirt, shorts, 50 degree weather, you’re outside - bang, your stomach lurches about slightly. Not due to any current nerves but from a situation that took place numerous times in high school (remember high school?). It’s not that you went looking for anything, it’s just that the environment around you for that one moment added up to something you knew too well already.
Despite the fact I was aware of the outcome of every soccer game I played well before it ended (because we sucked), I always got nervous before each game. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I did not suck…at soccer that is.
While I’m insecure about many, many things…my abilities in soccer, not so much.
And suddenly you have passion, desire from a passing glance in time. It was easier then. It usually is when every goal or option is laid out in front of you in a simple manner. When it’s impossible to over think, second guess. Or maybe such decisions don’t even occur to you in such a undeveloped state.
Regardless, sometimes you borrow from past moments because that’s all you really have. People, places, these things while important are just part of the moment.
A nylon shirt, shorts, 50 degree weather, you’re outside - bang, your stomach lurches about slightly. Not due to any current nerves but from a situation that took place numerous times in high school (remember high school?). It’s not that you went looking for anything, it’s just that the environment around you for that one moment added up to something you knew too well already.
Despite the fact I was aware of the outcome of every soccer game I played well before it ended (because we sucked), I always got nervous before each game. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I did not suck…at soccer that is.
While I’m insecure about many, many things…my abilities in soccer, not so much.
And suddenly you have passion, desire from a passing glance in time. It was easier then. It usually is when every goal or option is laid out in front of you in a simple manner. When it’s impossible to over think, second guess. Or maybe such decisions don’t even occur to you in such a undeveloped state.
Regardless, sometimes you borrow from past moments because that’s all you really have. People, places, these things while important are just part of the moment.