Pre-Write+3

Pre-Write 3 At a golf course by myself, grass is the heart of it all. It's roots grow deep, in history, in dirt, and in me. Grass is the platform on which the game of golf is played. Without it there would be no gripping stances, no cool breaks from heat, no sport. I am a new golfer. I have only been "gripping and ripping" for 2 years, not even close to long enough, but my future is a bright prospect. I see green grass there. Mirrors on the ceiling reflect the air below. A sweaty yet natural aroma fills the air. I now walk in a party of four. Two of the other players are conversing on the topic of business. I converse quietly with myself, saying "they shouldn't bring their troubles to this asylum". Naturally, i agree with me. Golf is about communing with nature, learning, and just… being. There should be no reference to problems in a place created to forget them. Alas, the world remains imperfect, and what is and what should be remain two separate entities. I recompose myself. Thine sword of Striking craves use. Pulling back to smite my brilliant white ball, a thought of failure passes through my mind and my swing. The price of doubt is a steep one. My now scarred ball flys left into a lake. I laugh. Golf is the game of the clinically insane. It is meditation of the highest difficulty. A golfer opens each round attempting the impossible; perfecting an unpredictable game.It is precisely for this reason i now laugh, drawing the stares of my companions. That is the draw of the game. I am Adam to the Tree of Knowledge; pulled by desire, i wish nothing more than to taste the forbidden fruit, but God has other plans for me. I may never receive a perfect score, but the challenge is something I can't deny myself. Unachievable goals spread their arms; a prelude to a hug. I know the only place i will ever feel at home lies within the clasp of impossibility. Am i a fool for running into that embrace? Probably, but I am certainly a golfer because of it. Never has there been a game of more infinite option. Every course, shot, read, and day is different. Solitude sleeps in the simple complexity. Life is golf. You can never win, but you can have a moment to shine. Perfection is not in reach, but goals are plentiful. You can choose not to play, but you will still reside at the Course. These matches calm the mind. I sit now on a hill of my green grass, peering out at the layout of nature. I am faced with an impossible task, yet have never had less to worry about.