Slap in the face.

It all happened so quickly.

I was happily messaging my friend, wow he's on scholarship. That's great. He deserved that one. The next minute, he calls me. Talking fast, like he always does. He tells me not to join the championship, because it's national level. There is a standard to it. Might be risky to me.

When he told me that, I was only hearing half of what he was telling me. He just talks fast, that's the way it is. But I got his message loud and clear.

When he said those words, I felt like bursting into tears. It was also so quick. It was touching, what he told me. He was a friend, who cared for me, who was looking out for me. Others so far, have told me, just like they always tell me at any other competition, just go for it. You can la. You are capable. Try your best. See how it goes.

But no, you knew what I am capable and not capable of. You know that I would probably get injured through this, really badly injured kind, because I'm just not that level yet. In the past, you've always told me that I'm capable of winning. I know that you wouldn't have said anything if I was good enough to fight here.

Now that is a friend indeed. I can take the bashing. I know myself, my capabilities. I know I need to work on certain aspects, I just don't have the right outlets. The best part is that he even invited me over to train with them, and this is not the first time he's inviting me over. I think I want to go there to train. He's serious about it. He has asked me to go train there a few times already. I think it's time I take it seriously too. How often do you find a door of opportunity that keeps opening even after you slam it shut a few times?

Yes, the slap in the face was all I needed. A hit of reality.