Old Inspiration

I'm walking back from football practice. It's been a decent practice. Not a good one, but it had its upsides. I'm just happy to be on the way to the school so I can hop in my car, get home, and pass out on the couch. 

As I'm walking, I'm joking with my teammates and observing the neighborhood. Just then I see two kids, around 10 years old, presumably brothers, playing football, the game I had just got done practicing. One boy was the quarterback, the other lined up on the line-of-scrimmage, waiting to run a route. Involuntarily, my mind went racing back to the days when I was their age. The memories of recess football flooded into my head and I just thought, "Wow. I'm walking here, glad to be done playing football for the day, while they're in their front lawn, dreaming of the day they get to be me and do what I do!" 

Then all the desires and dreams of my 9-year-old self filled my conscious. All the days that I spent outside throwing a football into a tire. All the months I spent with my friends on the school playground, fantasizing what it would be like to do this on a Friday night when we were older. All the years I spent wanting to be a quarterback for the Boone Central Cardinals. 

This gave me a new perspective. Or maybe it made an old perspective new again, I'm not sure. All I could think was Here I am. Right where I wanna be, where I've been dreaming about my whole life. And I'm taking it for granted. Since then I've played football with a reborn passion. I will make the most of these next two years. 

Blaine K.