Nostalgia

love is something that cannot be found in sight
But love can be found in something greater
Than itself

I look at the old leather
The rustic metal, the loose strings
Some mistake it for a tennis racket
My passion, my first badminton racket.

Whenever I look at it, it gives me tingles
The nostalgia that it gives me
I have accomplished so many things with this one object
My life has been devoted to the sport of it.

When I touch it, it feels like a thousand people have touched it before me
It is old, replaced by the new ones of its kind
The purpose is lost, but the love remains
The object wishes to be used once again

But I can’t, otherwise my accomplishments will be lost
The pain in my arms
The pain in my legs
My body has just gotten stronger over the years.

The magic still flows through it
The love and pain is still contained in it
My first badminton racket.