The simplest things can be some of the most perplexing things to understand. At least that is the way I feel.
Last night, I saw one of my favorite artists, Polo G, perform at a concert. It was something that I had been waiting for months to go to and experience. While I was standing there, I realized how truly great humans are.
Not only did the man performing less than 20 yards away from me make music that people loved enough to spend money on a ticket to see him rap; he came up with this music out of his personal experiences. His wrong doings. His mistakes. His greatest moments. His worst moments.
He created something universal that all types of people can relate to.
However, the most important take away to me to be where your feet are. Often times a cliché and overused statement, but something that holds so much truth and validity.
I could feel the base in my body. I could hear him and thousands around me sing the songs I love most. I could feel the thousands of people around me.
While something as small as attending a concert may not require any afterthought, it can also highlight what the human body, and mind, is truly capable of.
We should learn to appreciate the finer things. (Also one of my favorite songs by Polo G)

The idea of belonging in society is a scary one. Who am I? Who am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to do? These are questions that I find myself asking everyday. It seems no matter what you do you are judged or looked at for being different; but then again what is normal? One of the biggest struggles in the midst of all of this is how I define myself athletically. I have lived my whole life identifying as an athlete and acting in such manner. Now that I have entered college I have been hit with the brutal reality that it is not just enough to be an athlete. I am forced to truly figure out who I am and what all I value. This has been a daunting challenge. How am I supposed to maintain my happiness while still aligning with the standards that society and the athletic world has set for me? How am I supposed to react if I do not play? If I no longer want to play this sport anymore? There are so many unanswered questions that I am unite frankly too scared to even attempt to answer. The sense of belonging used to be something that I felt safe and content with. I never felt the need to extend myself or felt the need to discover who I really am? As this journey of self identity and self discovery continues I need the constant reminder of do not lose sight of myself, even if that means falling out of touch with what society, or the athletics world, wants from me. Identity does not have to be something that is a linear discovery. And more importantly identity is not something that people can decide for you. It involves the hard and tough questions and challenges that you don’t want to answer, but instead you have to.