If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.

It hurts. Even if you expect the worst, when the worst comes it still hurts.

I call a passion something you learn to do when you don't plan on it. Sometimes it's a metter of talent, sometimes it's because great people loved you and tought you their passion because they wanted you to fall in love with something they fell in love with. And they often want you to develop their same passion because they believe in you and they hope that you can do better than they did.

I feel lucky. I am eighteen and I can do a lot of things. Sometimes I wonder how and when I've learnt them. The best part is that I can do things great. But I don't really care for the most of them. There's an exception thou. I can play basketball. The difference is that I love playing basketball. Conclusion: a passion is something you can do and you love to do.

It sounds easy. It is not. Not when even the only thing that saved you from falling, brings you down. Not when your passion seems to be the thing you hate the most.

'You're a great player. It's just we can't keep you.'

For the first five minutes I blamed the basketball, my new shoes, all my coaches and whoever made me love this game.

Than I thought that sometimes we have to make choices. Hard ones.

I've always been an Esprit Libre. I cannot change this, I was made for travelling, taking pictures, crying in front of amazing sunsets, lying on the streets in the middle of the night, leaving suddenly, coming back and starting again.

Basketball is one of the things that made me stay in one place. It gave me emotions I will never forget, I cried, I fought, I won. But it's time for me to do what I was made for. 

And if I'm ever going to stop again, it will be because of a basketball.