Life is a baseball game?

People like to use metopher to talk about life. Sometimes you hear too much about it, it becomes criche. For example, life is a river, life is a box of chocolate, life is a struggle, etc.. But sometimes you have to wonder: who was the first person to come up with the metopher and how did he/she feel when he/she came up with that? It probably was based on real experiences, with which I believe that the metopher cannot fit better.

So this is how I feel right now: Life is a baseball game. You have to go up and keep swinging. You are lucky if you get a single once a while. Sometimes you hit a homerun. Congratulation. And most of the time you will just be struck out. Big deal. When you are out in the field, you have a chance. When you sit on the bench, you are just safe. So which one do you want to be?

I guess I was out on the field swinging this year. Some major disappointments, and i do not want to hide how disappointed I am. However, small good news also accumulating, makes me hopefully of what is going to happy next year, or even in two months. I am not in the mood of summarize all these here for the time being, because I am very busy and will be so for the next two months. But be patient, readers. While being struck out was part of life, I will let you know if I am lucky to steal a base some day. I will describe to you all the cracks of the bat, all the pops of the grove, and all the whooshing sound of the wind.