Personal Narrative: The Sport Of Wrestling

Finding an innate passion is a process in which every individual goes through in their lifetime. Coming from a family that lives, breathed, and bleeds wrestling, most people would quickly assume that I myself would hold an inborn fondness with the sport of wrestling. This statement from my eyes is partially correct, as I do have a love for the sport itself. However, to pursue the sport of wrestling first handedly takes an ambition that I myself simply do not posses. Ultimately, I simply don’t have the drive and passion to compete in such a brutal, meticulous sport.
Throughout my childhood, I could be found in the basement of the high school, grinding, drilling, and dreaming that one day I could be as successful as the nation’s top wrestlers.
The old timers had often said that I was one of the most technical wrestlers that they had ever witnessed. Unfortunately, somewhere between the countless hours of brutal practice at such a young age, my ambition to wrestle diminished. An immaculate amount of people have speculated as to why I gave up the sport of wrestling, but, to put it in the simplest of words, I just became burned out on the sport. In the hours spent grinding away to become the best possible wrestler, I never had the opportunity to do the things that most kids are granted to do. Having the time to watch movies, attend sleepovers, and ride a bike down the trails at the state park was always inaccessible. My failure to do the things that most children were able to do ultimately put out the fire that kindled deep inside me. However, the livestock industry re-fueled my ambition to be successful in a competition. Along with being a competitor, the livestock industry granted me the opportunity to enjoy the little things in life like developing friendships that can perceiver throughout the eternity of my