All Work No Play Analysis

All Work, No Play Applying pressure to a wound could save a life, however the pressure applied in my life created a wound. Growing up I was raised by my mother and father, Becky and Robert. They are amazing parents and have raised some astonishing children, at least in my opinion. I am the youngest of three children that my parents birthed, therefore I am the last chance to raise a child for my parents. Which is why I believed I was pushed and pressured so much to succeed in everything, including things I didn’t exactly care for. There is a saying that goes, “All work no play makes Jack a dull boy” and in my experience all work no play makes Justin a dull boy.

Sports are a huge deal in my family. Almost everyone in my family has played
But me, I played them all. I played baseball, soccer, football, I’ve even joined a bowling league; and lastly, my favorite yet most emotional sport to play was basketball. I started playing basketball when I was around three or four years old and I put my blood, sweat and tears into the sport, really in everything I did. I put all of my emotions into something that made me emotionless, and the only reason why I didn’t just stop is because of my parents. Which is really hypocritical because as I was young, my father used to tell me that he would never force or pressure me to do something that I didn’t have the heart to do, which is exactly what was done. In a child’s life, parents have the biggest impact. A simple “I’m disappointed” can destroy a kid’s emotions and self esteem. I wanted to please my parents so much that I went through a whole summer
It was the summer before my sophomore year and I was excited to see what more I can do this season. But there was a major problem. A whole new set of coaches came in, meaning I had to prove myself again. I decided to continue the same work ethics I had the previous year, and although I proved that I deserved to be on that court more than anyone else, yet my coach was unfair. There was a whole new struggle to overcome. Here we were again. Another summer another struggle with pressured expectations set by my parents. This is the summer where I hit rock bottom. This was the last straw, the line had been crossed. After a painful and wasteful summer I decided to just focus on my strength and agility, so I trained rigorously at this place throughout the fall. By the time the season was going to start, I made a big decision and honestly one of the best decisions I have made. I decided to quit playing basketball on October 5th of 2016. The look on my parents face. I was terrified to even tell them, but oh what an outcome had sprout from that