via Daily Prompt: Vivid
I have found myself more nostalgic than usual these days, and one of the memories I find myself exploring more often is the 6 months exchange semester I spent in Australia and the freedom it brought. For the past year I have felt as if every decision concerning my life and my future was in someone else’s hands and it made me feel so weak so powerless. But in Australia, for 6 months, I, alone, was in charge of every waking moment and I pushed myself out of all my comfort zones to explore a new continent.
Though I should have prepared for my math test, I spent my free time today translating the continuation of the story I wrote in a post 2 days ago, here: Writing a novel.
I never actually neglect my school work, but sometimes I feel I need to do and to work for the things that interest me and not only for and the ones that I “must”, as I would soon become someone different. So here it is, the continuation:
She didn’t cry. She didn’t have enough feelings in her for this. She was upset. No, actually not. She felt drained. Why? Because she had cracked under pressure; because she had not been able to be herself in the crucial moment. She wished to have something to analyze, to find a reason, a point she could have played differently to change the score, but she did not. Simply put, it seemed as if she had not been on the court. Everything was over too fast and for the first time, Laura did not know what to do. Normally, after a loss, she would feel motivated and would wish to go back on a court as soon as possible, to practice the strokes that had not worked, to develop a new tactic, to work in order to get the feeling that she was training to prevent a repeat of the failure. One of her favourite quotes came into her mind: “Success consists of going from failure to failure without the loss of enthusiasm”. Usually, in each of her losses she would see the sad part, but not only. One of her greatest qualities was that in a loss she would see a success in form of a reason to keep playing, to perfect her game and herself and to become better. But now, there was no enthusiasm left in her. Continue reading