Decisions, Decisions
He always headed to the beach alone when he sought solace and comfort. The seagulls were the best for helping him through a rough time. He was having a rough time right now. He had a major decision to make. He wanted none of his friends with him, none of the cheerleaders or his teammates around him when he mulled over this life altering decision.
He had a passion that none of his high school comrades knew of. A hidden talent that he secreted away so securely that it would stun everyone if they knew. Everyone that is except his parents. It was what made him feel alive. Then there was the college scholarship he was offered last night.
After the crowd’s cheers died down, after he made that last shot of the game, the winning shot, he was offered a full ride. Oh, what a shot that was! He pulled it out of a prayer, a full court, nothing but net shot. He was very, very good at basketball. He was celebrated in his hometown for what he could do on the court. Prestige, fame, money (eventually) he could have it all. He could go pro. It wasn’t his dream though.
Oh what to do? Take the course in life that gives him money, fame and security? Or take the path that feeds his passions? A heavy load for a young man of eighteen. He screamed out to the water, kicking the sand as far as it would go. The seagulls flew up and shrieked there disapproval. It did no good, he still had no answers. He began to walk the water’s edge. The waves skirting up and flowing back. His feet started moving to the waves rhythm. He felt the beat of the pounding waves, heard the music of the shore and the sky and he began to dance.
Hours later, spent and exhausted from dancing with the ocean, he had made his decision. He hung up his basketball shoes on the way home. He chose his passion.
He would dance.
tjs© November 11, 2007
feeding your passion is so much more satisfying! This was great
ReplyDeleteOh Br ava!!!!!!!! Excellent! Oh, does this take me back in time. Where I went always to contemplate. The ocean, I am at one with it. Always. The mountains too, although I didn't discover them until in my late twenties. Where I found, my soul, and I've been "dancing" ever since. Thank you for a wonderful read! Can't wait till your next...I'm saying that a lot this morning. Wonderful writers around here...Namaste, beautiful one
ReplyDeletewonderful job on the pic...somewhat of the direction i was going with on mine...when that decision came to me to finally hang up my shoes...my basketball career over...and the agony of making that choice...great job...thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletewow caught my attention and kept it ..love the buildin up and the bam decision ..great write
ReplyDeleteHi, reminds me back in Highschool when for gym class we did dance. My partner was a basketball player and I taught him how to pivot. It really helped his game. So I guess there pretty much alike. Night
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