You gas up the marker, put on the gloves, strap on the mask, and walk onto the field. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, that your girlfriend broke up with you last night, or that you got a ticket on the way there. Your world is right for the next couple hours, this is your heaven on earth... live it... love it... Paintball for life.
...when time and life moves on and we're only an afterthought in the rear view mirror, we'll at least have this. Something to say we were here, that we fought, and we played the game as hard as we could, because for a time, this was us, our struggle, our life.