Why I Hate Basketball

I used to hate basketball. “There are so many members in the basketball team. You are not so talented in it and I don’t think you can play it coherently in the field.” The coach of the basketball team talked to me about the question very often during the cold winter when everyone tried to improve their skills. But I was considering whether to quit the basketball team due to my poor talents in sports. I have decided not to touch the basketball finally. However, at the beginning of the new semester, I made up my mind to play basketball without entering the basketball team. Instead of playing basketball in front of people, I prefer to play it alone. Anyone would have thought that I will give up basketball very soon since they have seen my bad coherence of my body. At that time, I tried to ponder whether they are right or not and whether I should leave the ball which I am so poor in. To their surprise, I did not give up playing basketball. I played alone in night with the freezing temperature at end of January, stumbling through melted ice and half-dry ground. I dribbled and hustled in the February winds that almost overturned a trolley. I hoped to practice at that time to respond for the discrimination on my persistence and the laugh at my aptitude. I was foolish to believe that I could ever escape this insidious and magnetic interest.
So many things would become clear when I am playing basketball – And that's when I learned my lesson: people’s thoughts towards you cannot determine who you are and certainly cannot influence your passion. There is no need to bend yourself into the role that other people designated for you. No judgment toward you has the equivalent significance of your own belief about