| There's No Crying In Baseball |
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Disclaimer: The following is a metaphor.
All my life I wanted to be a homerun hitter, and my parents and family wanted me to be a homerun hitter. When I was younger I was a pretty good ball player and a decent hitter. As I got older I noticed I wasn't as good as some of my friends. I just didn't seem to have the same dedication and approach that they were taking. But I loved it just as much as they did.
When we got to college, I kicked myself when I saw my friends hitting into the stands and over the wall. They practiced, studied for class, and still managed to have a social life. I on the other hand barely did any of that. Procrastination is a bitch. I tried to be like them and manage my time and practice more, but I'm just different I guess.
The last couple of years have been really hard all around. So it has been hard finally letting go of my dream. Most of the time I would just want to cry thinking about how much I would love to hit the homerun that wins my team the World Series. And I have no one to blame but myself.
I'm getting my act together now. I decided if I can't be a homerun hitter in the majors, I could atleast be a hitter in the minors. Some may see it as giving up on a dream, but I see it as being realistic. It's not always about perserverance and putting your best foot forward. Sometimes your best foot is just not fast enough to get you to the finish line on time.
Metaphor over
I actually think that I will be much happier following this new path. And I encourage everyone who thinks they have to give up on their dream, to think about it some more. You may not be able to reach your goal, but maybe you can get close to it.
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