Another game, another loss.
Losing is learning. Losing is growth.
That's what I try and remind myself, anyway. But suffering beating after beating is a humbling experience, indeed.
A metaphor for my life, recently.
I paused during my turn, and asked another in a list of infinite questions.
"I feel lately as though... I'm losing something. As I get older, little pieces of me are being snapped loose. Like wind shear. Being athletic is harder. Attracting people is harder. Learning new things.... it's all more difficult than it has been in the years prior.
I feel as though ... I mean. I don't know. Is this what "over the hill" feels like?
I used to think I had... plenty of time. You know? To do whatever I wanted. But now, as the days, months, and years roll past... like watching scenery on a road trip.... I dunno. Now I feel like I'm grasping at sand sieving through my fingers.
Am I reaching the point where my "glory days" are over? Is this how it happens? How people stop struggling?"
I fell silent and awaited a reply of infinite wisdom. In the mean time, I made my play-- footsweep across the board from their shoulder hit.
After my move, my opponent spoke flatly and with finality.
"I think you are asking a question that doesn't concern me."
9:51 p.m. - 2015-01-01
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