acceptance of my mortality

I was reminded of how fragile life is.

just when i was on a major career rush, ready to conquer the world, my first love was torn away from me.

basketball.

basketball is not all about top speed. acceleration from 0 to max. deceleration from max to zero. i can accelerate just fine. but i can no longer decelerate. my lateral movement is gone. because my ligaments have been torn repeatedly, due to my ill discipline causing me to continually return to action before complete recovery. 3 big ones since the accursed first freak injury. countless little tears. the ligament is all but gone.

do i have regrets?

HELL YEA i have regrets! i was aomine. my style of basketball was unstoppable. and it lasted so briefly. barely a year. i wasn't born with great basketball skills. and when i had finally honed them to the peak, i only had a brief taste before the feeling of ultimate power was torn away from me.

but its not all bad. for a year, the shortest year, i was unstoppable. I had all the athleticsm in the world, and all the skill. i won every single game i played. the memories are still fresh. my team could be down by 10, i could decide to win then and there, and i could score the next 10 points.

unstoppable.

i will never be unstoppable again. i've known it for some time, ever since the freak injury. i didn't accept it for the past 2 years, but now i know. I will never be aomine again. But i will always have the memories.

Basketball was always there for me. It never let me down. it was my body, my legs that let me down.

is it over? am i finished?




no.

i refuse to let you go so easily.

so i can't be aomine anymore. nor kise.

then ill just be midorima.

i'll hone my shot. ill be deadlier than i was at my peak.

timing, angles and technique are now my weapons.