The Promising Athlete

They told him the sacrifices were worth it. They promised him that if he would focus and attain his goals, the rewards would pay off in the long run. But he loved his partying, his wild lifestyle, his girls. To sacrifice all that just for a shot at the big time, at the big leagues? Even when he got there, made professional, he'd still have to stick to the strict training regime, every morning, up with the roosters, watching what he ate, giving the clubs and ladies a miss, but for what?

They told him that once he got to the big time he'd realize what is was all about. That competing in the world championships was worth something, that the joy he would feel then would be worth all the pain and sacrifice. It is better for him to get to sleep early now, keep off the alcohol and the drugs, don't let the women entice him. So he can focus on the goal, of making it, of building something, of doing something valuable for the future. Who even says he would make it?

But right now he can't see that, he doesn't appreciate that, in fact he doesn't want that. He wants to live life in the now, the here, with whatever excitement life can throw at him, living for the moment, the thrill and rush. He doesn't believe it is all worth it, the sacrifice for the future, he just can't see it.

Vehamaven Yavin Hamoshol Vehanimshal (only the wise will understand the parallel) .

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