torsdag 3 april 2014

Online reflection 2 - Fighter or half a warrior?

For this final online reflection I want to write about my big passion in life, football. When I was little I played football on a daily basis, every single day I was on the schoolyard with my childhood friends kicking the ball around the court. This was my big passion in life and I played in KBK, Karlstad Ball Club for 7 years. We didn’t have a great team, but we liked to play. Some of us were better than the others, I was one of the better players and didn’t get substitute a single time when I was playing. I played as a right wing because of my great left foot. I was in charge of all the corner kicks and free kicks that were given to our team. One season I scored 6 goals only from corner kicks and my left foot was feared by all the rivalry teams. When I Was 14 years old I hurt my knee and didn’t recover for a long time, and the passion for playing football began to erase itself so I quit playing half a year after this occasion. This might be the biggest mistake I’ve taken in my life so far and I often think of what could have been. People who read this might think that I’m full of it and that I praise myself to much but I was elected to the district championship to defend the colors of Värmland and to a training camp in Stockholm for perspective players born in 1990 before I got injured. The lack of passion grew bigger because I couldn’t really run for a long time and as fast as I wanted before I felt the pain in my knee, and this made me feel unable to achieve what I wanted to achieve. If I just could fought a little more for it, who knows, maybe I wouldn’t need to write this online reflection at all. Maybe I would sit in my mansion down in Madrid, Barcelona or Paris, enjoying the great weather with a corona after  a trainingsession with one of the biggest teams in the world.


I often think of it, that I’m a little bit of a person who don’t fight for things as much as I want to, in that perspective I’m maybe a little lazy, a little too comfortable with myself and my achievements when I maybe could have done so much more. I don’t know, maybe I couldn’t be a great football player, or an excellent student, but I think I could have fought more and this is a story about this specific cliché. Everybody can do whatever they want, just get your mind into it and fight for it. So are you a fighter, or half a warrior as myself?