Soccer

B: What do you mean?

A: Let's see... It is like this kid, OK? This kid that loves soccer... He wants to be a striker, right? And he tries over and over again... But he's just not a striker. This feeling of failure is growing and he's not able to get rid of it. Failure is no longer about his performance, it is now about himself. He still loves the game, but he's not able to enjoy it. Then one day, for whatever reason, he tries on as a goalie... And he's not bad!

B: Where are you going?

A: Just wait! He's not bad, right? And he ends being a goalie. And as a goalie he gets an attention he never got as a striker... Well, this kid still dreams about him as a striker scoring goals for his team... That doesn't mean he's not happy preventing the other teams from scoring them... He is, he really is...

B: Are you this kid?

A: Kind of, I am... The thing is that this kid will grow up and one day he'll stop playing soccer and will do something else for a living, because, how many of them turn pro? He'll probably study business, or some other useful shit like that... And get a job! A job as... I don't know, an accountant? He'll grow an imported-beer-cute-belly and play pseudo-soccer on weekends with his colleagues, while his wife, probably a lawyer, or a nurse, or something else... Anyways, till she is fed up with him complaining all night after each of these pseudo-games about being totally out of shape... Game over! Eventually he'll just watch it on a ginormous flat screen TV... He'll be pretty damn happy on his stylish couch, though... But he'll still dream about him scoring goals for his team... or even as a goalie stopping a penalty kick... He always will...

B: Dude, I really don't get you... Weren't we talking about that girl you broke up with? What about her?

A: Were we? About her...

B: Man, whatever... Another Guinness?