In The Net

Have you ever asked your self where you truly belong? I often ask myself that.

Sometimes I feel right lying in a wide-open field letting the wind gently rock the grass and my soul, with only my-self as company. At other times I feel right exploring the exhilarating city with my friends, but if I had to pick one place where I truly belong I would say the soccer net.

Cleats gripping the hard soil, gloves strapped around my hands there's nowhere else I feel happier. The winds blowing against my face moving my hair to one side, the sun glaring in my eyes making them shine with compassion for the game.

The feeling that my team mates are always there for me even when its just me and the ball makes all the pressure fade away.

Although having my teammates there is one of the happiest feelings I can remember I always feel the most joyous is when I stop a shot someone said no one could save, concentration set on one thing and one thing only, the ball. It's the increase in my heart beat that makes me feel exited yet scared at the same time, the player rushing toward me just them, the ball and me. The moment always comes that one single second when you can't seem to breath, and you gradually let your body take over and let your reflexes do there job.

Feeling the ball hit my gloved hands with a sting always makes my heart return to its normal place, landing on that soil is always hard but getting up I've never felt lighter. The roar of the spectators the praise of the team seemed to tie my soul to the net always drawing me back to where I truly belong not the wide-open fields, not the exiting city but the goalie net where my soul and I truly belong.

Kallico