What is the point of trying in this life of mine? I wander aimlessly from job to job, person to person, hobby to hobby. And yet, I still don't know who I am.
Only one thing managed to captivate me in my 27 years of living. Volleyball.
Back in high school I was actually apart of my team. But unfortunately I was absolute horrid at playing it, in fact I was so bad that I ended up being replaced by a freshmen.
But I had Fun.
It was the Best Time of my life. Nothing could compare to that 1 month period of playing volleyball.
I don't know why I was so captivated. Even after I was cast away, I still watched a lot of volleyball. High school games, University games, Pro games, you name it and I've probably watched it.
Even when I promised myself I would join the team next year. I practiced and practiced and practiced some more. But in the end,
I Didn't Make it.
That's when I realized, I was Talentless. I knew everything about the game and more. Strategies and tactics that only a few could think of, yet all of it gone to waste because I just wasn't Skilled Physcially nor Technically. So in the end I did the only thing anyone else would do when faced with too big of a hurdle,
I Gave Up.
I actually moved on quite quick. Nothing really changed. The earth kept spinning, and I had other things to do other than volleyball that also needed attention.
So I grew old (27 years old btw) and finally realized, I hate my life.