Personal Narrative: Life Is Like A Soccer Field

“Life is like a soccer field, don’t you think?”--Shakira I can resonate with this quote because when there is the kickoff, that is you starting off your day or life. When you score a goal, you have one thing you have done good or something good happened. If the other team scores a goal, you have a bad thing that happened to you or you did. Soccer helps me take my anger out, make me feel like I am in my own miniature space bubble, and it helps me to get my boredom out. When I play soccer, I am filled with joy in that moment, because I realize God has given me a field to play in.

When I get infuriated by something, I usually go outside in my backyard or inside my room to play some ball. For an example, I was fuming when I came back from school because my chum had deleted my coding from robotics. I came home and immediately took my ball outside and played. I came inside and shortly after I started feeling pleasant. Like all the problems of the world have been solved. Like I am in a zone.

All the things I see in that “dimension,” is me, my ball, and the goal/target. It takes all the yelling in my house and mutes it. My parents fight, my Ma yells on the phone, my Dad yells at the phone, but it all goes silent. Like it was never there. All the cares in the world are gone and it helps me get out of reality for a few moments. It lasts until I stop, or until someone calls my name. The “dimension” is closed and will open until I come again. Then I go into my natural state; a state of