FREE ESSAY ON PERSONAL WRITING - THE FEELING

PERSONAL WRITING - THE FEELING

The final whistle blew. The game was tied, and the winner was yet to be decided. We all
knew that the fate of the game was to be determined by penalties, a soccer player's most
hated fear. The entire team was nervous as our coach carefully studied each player,
trying to figure out whom he would choose for this infamous task. There was a moment of
silence; the kind of silence you think only exists in movies. The ephemeral moment lasted
an eternity. Would he choose me? Was I to bear the pressure of representing the entire
team in a lottery that could easily be lost?
Much to my regret, I was, indeed, one of these unfortunate people. I was to be the last
one to shoot, the deciding figure, the person upon whom rested the hopes and dreams of
our team for reaching the final. I was lost in the nebulous world around me. I was so
concentrated on how I would shoot the ball that I did not even realize it was almost my
turn. The score was tied at three. If I made the penalty our team would win the game. If
not... I could not even think about that. My mind was fixated on two thoughts: winning
and winning. My brain had no room for more. I knew now that I could no longer delay the
final verdict. It was time to kick.
There I was, facing the ball, trying to anticipate the goalkeeper's next move. I was
paralyzed. The few seconds between the time I placed the ball on the penalty spot and
heard the whistle seemed like an eternity. My head was bombarded with horrifying
thoughts, "Where should I shoot... To what side will the goalkeeper throw himself... What
if I miss?" All my previous preparation was no longer pertinent. Now it was just me and
the goalkeeper. Sweat was running down my forehead. The heat around me made the suffering
unbearable. The ardent sun was burning my face. The heat, the sweat, the pressure- all
were impediments to my own personal glory. As I approached the ball my mind went blank. I
had stopped breathing a long time ago. I knew not where I was and I knew not who the
people surrounding me were. I knew however, that the ball was going to reach the back of
the net. Suddenly, my foot and the ball made contact. There was not a sound around me to
be heard. Hundreds of people quiet at once. The silence lasted forever... until the ball
finally hit the back of the net. Dumbfounded, I looked around at a wave of people ready
to splash all over me. I could not move. I stood in the sun, enjoying the moment, my
moment. This was my day. I was the king of the world! I had reached the glory I wanted. I
was at the pinnacle of my ecstasy, where my fears and my trepidation had been conquered
by the sweet taste of success.
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