Chapter 77: It Happens
Some Days
Yesterday’s futsal session felt good.
I enjoyed playing.
I sweat it out.
Everything just… clicked.
But I’ve realised something.
On the days it doesn’t —
when things feel off,
when I’m not at my best —
I tend to take it harder than I should.
As if one bad session
defines everything.
Maybe it doesn’t have to be that way.
Some days are just not mine.
And maybe that’s okay.