Something Interesting

Just as every journal I've ever attempted to write, I'm not very good at keeping up with this blog. My original goal was to write a post every day. My original goal for my journal was also to write every day and I ended up writing a fictional book instead. Maybe I'm just not good at writing about myself directly. I can't share too much about my life on this blog because it will give away what's going to happen in my book. Other things are too personal to share online. So what to write about? Something interesting of course, but what's interesting? The sharable topics involved in my life are basketball, writing, basketball, friends, basketball, school, basketball, and the lockout. Basketball is a huge part of my life. I play as much as I can. I played almost every day for a month straight and that's probably why I deserve the ankle injury I received about eight weeks ago. The doctor says I was lucky it wasn't broken. A break might be more painful but who cares about pain? If it were broken it would've been put in a cast. I would be on crutches for three, maybe four weeks and then I would be right back in it. It's been eight weeks and I still can't play full out? Tearing ligaments is definitely worse than breaking a bone. My ankle is so weak. I can't jump off it or land on it. I can run with small steps but only in a straight line. I feel very uncoordinated. What's worse is that I'm limited. Taking risks is something I love about basketball. It's almost like I can't feel pain when I'm playing. I'll take an occasional charge from guys a lot bigger than me. I don't mind being on the ground if I get the block or the shot. I love diving for the ball. I can't cut very well. I'll start running and turn instinctively. My ankle will start hurting and while I usually wouldn't care, I know I have to pay attention to that kind of pain. I'll have to stop in my path and I'll miss passes. If I'm dribbling, I can't cross over very well at all. I can't step to the side so I would have to turn my body, making one of my hands unusable. I shouldn't be playing at all but I was going crazy. I can't just not play. Basketball makes life seem real. It connects me to new people and helps me to understand who they are. It's more than just a good work out. Basketball teaches you to push yourself to new limits. It's all about dreams and goals. It's just as cultural and important as tribal dances, and other traditions we've had in the past. It is universal movement and ideas. It is a chance for anyone to prove themselves. The feeling when the ball swishes through the net, especially when it's over a 6'2" guy is unlike any other. Basketball is a chance to overcome disadvantages and find your own greatness. It helps me study and analyze myself. There is always more to learn and more to improve, much like life. Basketball can be a metaphor for any principal in life. You name it, I can relate it to basketball. It's not just a game. It's like eating fresh raspberries. It's pure life without any preservatives. I don't understand those who say they hate it. It's hard for me to understand those who say they just aren't good at it or they hate it because it's not their thing. I can't play the flute to save my life but I wouldn't say I hate it or refuse to ever try it out. Why should I limit any part of life by saying that I hate it? I would learn and love anything that anyone has ever been passionate about if I had enough time. The only limits in my life are moral ones and morals are what create freedom so really they are not limits as most people would see them. I am free from hatred and full of passion. Now that I've gotten completely off topic I'd better end this post.