Basketball theory

When I was young, playing basketball was almost my second life.
It was my dream, my hope of life.
It was sweet, about sweat and release.
It could last forever

Years from that, I started to feel that it wasn't that interesting if you play it seriously. When you are in school team, or if you started training. It was a test of how much you love it. Nevertheless, I have confident that I would keep on loving it, playing it with laugh and tears.

But it dumped me, it doesn't need me any more.

Maybe it is about I have to play the orchestra.
Maybe it is about I have to study music on saturday mornings.
Maybe it is about I have violin lessons.
Maybe it is about I need to study for public examinations.
Maybe it is about I am not good at playing basketball.
Maybe the ball doesn't agree that I am playing it seriously.
Maybe I am not a good player.
Or maybe, I should have never played this game.

After I left school to study music, I don't have mates playing with me. My life with basketball ends. It doesn't need me any more, it follows my other mates away, playing their happy game. No matter how hard I try, I don't have a chance to get back to what my life was. It is not about I don't want to, it is about I can't, I am not able to.

Dumping ends any relationships. This basketball I have on the cupboard, is no longer here for me.

What else dumps you?