badminton

wow...

playing badminton is more exhaustive that i thought,

in the way that i used so much strength but don't get the result i want.

had a glance to my friend, every move by him seems effortless.

i felt envy of course.

i sensed anxiety pulling my every nerves back, refrain them to connect each other to perform their very best.

my teammate can did nothing to me, seeing each mistakes that one should never has done by me.

i bruised in shame, trying to avoid any further wrongdoing, covered the embarrass with silly laughter.

i can feel the disequilibrium, that i have the great length to be achieved as compared with my friend.

i am happy with the imbalance.

i am happy that i have a long journey to go.

i am happy that i have something to be improved.

though much things in my life are imbalance.

though my previous path never grew flowers and green leaves.

though most of the things in my life still need further refinement.

it did give me further stimulation.

thanks my partner giving me an opportunity to start playing badminton few weeks back.

i do love the exhaustive feeling after continuous matches, and the painful feeling over my right arm's muscles.

but i do concern about the boredom my opponent would get playing with a low standard player.

i do feel how they felt as same thing happens in other area of my life.

give and take,

there must be always someone be able to give then only the other would get.

don't worry, i won't let you all down.

one day, you gonna face another great player that triggers your panic bugs.

Rome aint built in a day, isn't it?