Staying cooped up inside my room all day looking outside the window I miss many things. I suddenly realize how fun my life was but sadly about a month ago I could not see such value in my life.
Among all the things I miss, I miss playing football with my friends most.
I was always an outdoor person who loved spending time in the nature outside but these days at home have provided me with time to spend with my family.
As a good citizen I know I must not go out and stay indoors for the time being but I cannot help the temptation to go outside and kick the ball around, laughing, screaming and falling whenever I see the empty field outside.
The ball lying stationary on the floor calls me to pick it up and run outside but I know I mustn't.
I long for the day when I can play football with my friends again because
it is not just a game, its an emotion, its happiness.
Its an escape from the reality.
Its a few minutes of pleasure when all other things become weightless, I am lost in the moment and my world becomes no bigger that the football at my feet.
