Tidbits

Over the weekend I remember something that my mom talks about since I was a child. During her early 30s there was a coach who was willing to coach her ping pong so she may go and compete at the professional level. That, of course never happened but my mom always talks about that. During my freshman year, I tried out for the school basketball team. I was a basketball maniac during high school years and all I ever did was basketball day in and day out. I didn’t make the basketball team (to make the long story short). Over the weekend I thought about regrets and realized that deep down inside that has become my regret without me knowing. And what similarity between my mom’s regret and mine because I felt I was never properly trained and I would have made the team had I been trained.

There are things that lurks deep down in our hearts that are hidden and are there to haunt us when we don’t pay attention. What reoccurred to me this weekend shocked me a bit because I never really dealt with that “didn’t make the team” pain. I guess I have just been trotting along my life and taking what life hands me whether willingly or unwillingly. Then unconsciously, so much builds up inside that it’s quite a scary thought.