As nights go by, days turn into weeks and months turn into years. It feels though, as if the years act as months and weeks act as days. Time is an illusion. As I have grown to notice, handling everything on my own with the help of some wise people, the only thing time may be good for is an appointment. Everyday I fade into a fog or an abyss because we are taught that we have all day or we are taught that we have no time. A catch 22 it is with some form of a paradox it has.
After reading that, we are now sitting here asking ourselves “What did we just read”?
As a writer, I focus on attacking young minds of athletes, aspiring athletes, adolescents, coaches and much more. A season can last months, practice can last 3 hours but in reality what do we get out of our athletic practice? What is our purpose of playing?
I get great joy in playing with no time reference. Working out until my body tells me no rather when the clock says stop. When I got hurt, I listen to my body rather than the time table of return. With every rep, every follow through and every play call; I never want the duel to end but ultimately it must. The joy I have in seeing someone stop working out before me is contagious to my mind body and soul. The joy I get in putting on a different pair of sneakers and lacing them up to compete. The joy I get when I destroy someone I was and was not expected to destroy. The joy I get in doing something others said I would not do. I celebrate and stay happy most of the time because I feel I’m in control and I’m always celebrating my winning. The key to my joy is when everyone else is happy along the way. I realize how positive energy makes my day go that much better. Positive energy is and has always been my key to happiness. Time ruins positive energy.
Depression is a line that’s straddled amongst everyone. Injury, uncertainty in decisions or ability and most of all loneliness. Unfortunately, that is when we make ourselves believe time is real. When we think about our return from injury. When we think about our decisions and how much time we have to make them. How much time we have to develop a jump-shot. Even worse, how long will we be alone. Do not worry about time, focus on getting the most out of yourself during training and competition.
This on going paradox of time constantly has been altering my moods and my psyche’ for years. Today I’m here writing because I no longer fear time. I no longer fear or even have it cross my mind because of my confidence and my happiness. Loving and appreciating; myself, my love and abilities have all added to my growth as a human. Pervading through my veins are promises I’ve made to continue this growth towards euphoria. Anything other than this will lead to a depression state I was once familiar with but never completely stepped foot in.
High School and College will question your work ethic. Professional level will question your purpose. Thus, the word “time” will become relevant negatively, or time won’t have any barrier at all because you are happy. I now have realized my purpose.