There is only one thing in the entire world that can make me feel this way. How do I feel? Amazing. Absolutely positively utterly at ease with the world and happy. Not a care in the universe. I am aching literally everywhere, yet it does not even phase me. I am content with the world and it does not even matter if it is content with me. What could possibly make her feel this way? you might ask. I have one word for you. Soccer. Lame, you may think. Totally superficial. And I suppose the question of Jock may enter your mind. But in 100% honesty, it is the most amazing thing. The wind rushes through your hair, your muscles pull and ache, mud splatters everywhere, the ball connects with your foot and sails through the air, slamming into the ground a few times, running untill your exhausted. Oh how wonderful it all is! Masochist? Am I? No. The thrill runs through my bones and lives in my blood whenever I step onto the field. Nothing matters except the team. It's so natural. Running, kicking, jumping, screaming. All of it. It runs through my veins. The bruises, the sprains, the pulled muscles and scraped skin. Not horrible ailments, but battle wounds that we share smiling like an old grandfather telling about his war injuries. It's the one thing that never once will fail to bring a thrill into my body. Soccer. Simply soccer.