He often dreamt of starry nights in a foreign city far away from home, the feel of his knees as they kissed the floor thanking GOD for the journeys end and its new beginning. This is the reality he had dreamt of but still it was surreal, with a smile he thought to himself its true what they say, we dream but God usually surpasses our expectations. He looked at the floor and there besides his bed lay a battered soccer ball, " We've been through alot buddy but were finally here." he said. The sound of the clock ticked away 5:30 am and still no sleep, the excitement building up........practice session was too far and he felt like a fish out of the water if he wasn't on the pitch. He'd made it, not just for himself but for the people he loved.
The fulfillment of a dream is seen in the eyes of those you shared it with.
I stay up most nights contemplating how I can get better on the pitch, I think by now its become an obsession that only i can understand, each game on TV has become home work, research, my eyes keep on changing from player to player as though it were a fifa game and someone kept on pressing R1, makes me chuckle but i have learnt to accept that that's my passion and and my goal.
So whats the next step for me? simply put its grow and keep on believing that at some point God will provide me with an opportunity to make this dream a reality. i find myself smiling before i go to bed.......maybe that day will be tomorrow.
Don't stop fighting for your dream. Pray for the day it becomes reality and use each day before then to take a step closer to making it real. Grow.
