When I was 12 years old, I recall one of my teammates teasing me about my love (obsession) with gymnastics.
She smirked when she asked sarcastically,"What are you going to do when you're 30? You can't do gymnastics forever."
I replied angrily, "I'll die, there is no "after" gymnastics."
That memory revolves in my head often, I was right, in a way...
I had left the sport of gymnastics at the age of 20; burnt out, injured and "too old" by society's standards but upon leaving, I had found no real direction in life. Even more devastating, I had zero desire for anything. I became a soulless body, simply struggling to survive adulthood.
It's hit me hard recently, the realization that what I said 13 years ago has remained true. There has been no "after gymnastics"...
I'm not living, only exisiting on this planet earth.
Gymnastics took my soul and never gave it back...
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