Christian Valle - The Thoughts of a Soccer Ball

I really wish I was something else. I understand my purpose, but I wish I could change it. Millions of eyes are on me every single day. That’s what it feels like. I’ve been beaten and bruised from park to park and from country to country. My shell is clean from the start of the day, but after a few hours I’m stained with the filth of the ground. I wish I could change that. Instead of being kicked around all day, I want to be carried. I want to fly like the birds in the sky. I want to transform at this very moment. I don’t want a lot of things. I only want one thing. I want to change. My purpose that I hold is valued by the entire world, but I wouldn’t mind having a small purpose to embrace. With a new change, I would still be bruised, but there would be benefits for myself. My attention from the world would decrease, I’d be carried, and I’d have my own time to fly. I’m always wondering if it’s really too much to ask for. I hope it isn’t. I want a transformation. I want to go from being a soccer ball that’s always being kicked around to being a football that flies high like the bird in the sky.