Another day...another year

Time flies. Another year has passed. As I remember correctly, I might have passed this day at work a couple of times already.

Anyway got home fast. My other half and me went out together and ate something nice for a change. It was a really nice dinner. Near the restaurant was a nice shopping complex and an international squash tournament was held there in a nice glass court erected just for the tournament. Our national players and some international players were playing.

And I looked with a little envy...the young athletic, agile and fit players retrieving those shots so effortlessly. And I felt a little sad. I might have passed my peak...sigh. I remember those years when I could do so effortlessly as well. Anyway it was an enjoyable sight. Far better than tennis or football.

How I miss those competitive games...the sweat, the exhilarance of better endurance and tactics and the friendship that comes with it. Something money cannot buy. Now the only thing I do most of the time is exercising my fingers signing on a piece of paper while listening to complaints.