ndogg's Journal: Reflections

Why is it that the things that you hate are the things you are really good at? That doesn't make any sense to me. I hate politics, partly because it's too easy for me, as is philosophy.

However, the things I like are the things I'm not that great at, for example, soccer. I love soccer, but I've never been that good at it. I made my high school's varsity soccer team my senior, but I didn't my junior year. Once I was on the team, I admittedly didn't contribute much to it.

Do I just dredge through my one time at life? Que sera, sera? With that out look, how can people look at life and say it's so beautiful?

Perhaps life isn't about doing what you're best at? Perhaps I'm placing too much emphasis on how good I am at something? I have a hard time doing something if I know I'm not doing that well in it though.

What's the point though? I've done this type of reflection a million times over. Why haven't I found the answer to these questions yet?