When I was a kid my mother would buy me annual subscriptions to Sports Illustrated magazine. Although the content for me at the time was much too analytical and very advanced, I would revel at the sports photography and the exalted greatness SI captured of my favorite athletes. Basketball being the best and most current focuses at the time, became my obsession. My daily ration that I hoarded and over consumed. If I wasn't playing, I was watching. If I wasn't watching, I was discussing. If I wasn't discussing, I was certainly collecting artifacts. I knew nothing else.
Needless to say, when I decided I would no longer invest my love and energy into the sport that had been at many lengths my saving grace, it left a void inside. It was all I knew and not only did it leave me, I chose to walk away on my own. With this decision I became very confused as I'd immediately lost my identity. I was forced to discover new meanings about myself and find a new path in which to place my passion and innate will to grow. Its amazing to find what comes out of having the figurative ball in your court and what you decide to do with it. All the while your confusion although quick and engrossing becomes a memory in the distance. Out of my advances Ive grown and discovered so very much, and I'd be a liar to say that I sometimes don't think what may have been had I'd taken the obvious route, but in my experiences and triumphs I wholeheartedly believe the path I've chosen is undoubtedly the only one.
Today I stumbled on this youtube clip of a video I used to watch and study maniacally. It was my favorite, and it brought me back to those days of past love.
