Basketball. It's a game that I excel at, effortlessly dominating the court with my height and skills. But to be honest, I couldn't care less about it. People always assume that because of my size, basketball must be my passion. They're wrong.
When I first started playing basketball, it was just something to pass the time. My natural talent made me stand out on the court, but deep down, I never felt a real connection to the sport. It was just another way for me to prove how superior I am compared to others.
As time went on and my skills improved even further, people began expecting more from me - both on and off the court. Coaches wanted me to take training seriously and work harder than ever before. Fans expected nothing but excellence every time they saw me play.
But here's the thing - all this pressure only made me resent basketball even more. The constant demands placed upon me by others only served as a reminder of how little control I had over my own life.
I found solace in moments when no one else was watching - shooting hoops alone in an empty gym or simply enjoying some peace and quiet away from the chaos of competitive games.
Don't get me wrong; there are times when being on the court feels exhilarating - especially when facing off against formidable opponents who push me beyond my limits. In those moments, basketball becomes more than just a game; it becomes a test of strength and willpower.
But then there are days when everything feels like too much - when every shot missed is criticized harshly by spectators or teammates who expect perfection from someone like myself without understanding what truly drives them forward.
In those moments of doubt and frustration, I find myself questioning why I continue playing this sport at all. Is it for recognition? For validation? Or is it simply because It's all that people see in someone like myself?
Despite these conflicting feelings, one thing remains clear - basketball may not hold a special place in my heart, but it has shaped who I am today. And for that reason alone, I'll keep stepping onto that court time after time, finding bits of joy amongst the love-hate relationship that exists between us.