I miss playing basketball and that’s a fact.
Just last monday, as my friends rushed to the basketball court in my house, I simply couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, I just had to shoot some hoops.
Simply put, it had been so long since I played a pick-up game that when my friends brought up the idea of a half court 3 on 3, I said why not? I mean, I told myself, you don’t need to jump or anything, you just need to chill and have fun.
Yet, muscle memory got to me and I ended up soaring for a lay-up midway through the game and boom, my knee without an ACL anymore, which I haven’t had surgery on, gave out.
I fell to the ground remembering the first time I tore my ACL. The excruciating pain brought back so much memories of the day I tore my ACL and how all my basketball dreams were subsequently crushed. Yet at the same time, a few moments later I realized that tearing my ACL also brought about a lot of new memories and opened a lot of new doors.
5 days after (today), every step I take is still a bit shaky.
Yet no matter how much it hurts, I can’t do anything about it. Yes, I can have surgery once I have the time. Yes, I can have it reconstructed finally once I graduate. But this pain is a reminder to me that life isn’t perfect.
Going through my final quarter in high school and as I await my college application results, it’s hard not to think about the future and how I want it to be. Yet, I know that life doesn’t always work out the way we want it to.
So today, I’m reminded that things don’t always go our way and that life ain’t perfect. But maybe, we need these moments to help us appreciate the other things in life. Maybe, we need these moments to make us realize that life is short and that anything can happen. Maybe, we need these moments to give us a fresh start — to make life exciting once more.
Ultimately, we will fall down sometimes but it’s up to us if we choose to get up.
“Fall eight times, get up nine.”
“We must fall down so we can learn how to get up.”