Originally Posted by chrispydct
i'm barely on here anymore
oh the life of being employed and constantly training
I hear that. Well, sort of; for me, it's essentially the opposite. I won't get into it here though; that's not a subject I'd like to discuss publicly. If you're curious to know what's what, feel free to send me a message and ask.
The other night, I had a dream about paintball, and ever since, I've been watching YouTube videos, looking at the newest products and reviews, checking out how the leagues and teams are doing, etc. It really got me thinking back to when I was still playing, and honestly, I wish that I hadn't given up as easily as I did. Life got rough, and I just crumbled like a wet piece of paper...
I realize that my dreams of turning paintball into my career were stupid, because being a professional paintball player doesn't pay much at all, but that doesn't mean it's not possible to do it for a "living." Most professional players either work within the industry, or they have jobs outside of the sport that are flexible enough to allow them to still play at the professional level, and keep the job. They might not be the richest folks in the world, but they certainly get to do what they love, and none of them seem to be living the life of the penniless either.
Maybe it's just stupid nostalgia; I don't know. The more I think about how much passion I had for the sport, the more I wish I could go back a couple of years and stop myself from quitting altogether. Of course, it wasn't just the financial problems that were hurting my initiative; it was the fact that I couldn't seem to find a team that I could really "gel" with, and that probably has a lot to do with where I live. If I lived somewhere else; somewhere with more paintball, maybe things would have been different. I don't know...
Perhaps it was a good thing that I quit when I did, because maybe now I'm mature enough to turn things around. It sounds stupid, but maybe if I wanted to get back into the sport enough, I could turn everything else around; find a way to make some money, get another car, and gradually start getting back into the sport, and focus on getting better and getting myself out there. Then again, maybe it's all nostalgia like I said before, or a phase that will pass as quickly as it came along.
I've always had the love for the sport, but things never seemed to fall into place for me.