I think it was the fact that I didn't like the idea that Federer's monopoly over every match he ever played seemed to be waning. That something that seemed so certain at one point of time, was now just left to luck. It was the same feeling I had when I found out that Federer was no longer the world's number one. I mean, how do you deal with the seven-time Wimbledon champion, who was world number one for 302 weeks, missing shots that were supposed to be child's play to him? It's like the feeling you get when you say a word so many times, it starts feeling weird, like a completely foreign language. The world feels like a foreign language.
It's the feeling that we all had when Coldplay announced that they were taking a break. When we grow sick of our favourite song. When we realize that the end of tenth grade isn't more than seven months away.
I mean, life's already so uncertain. We can't go a day without something unexpected happening. Either Maggi gets banned or our best friend moves to Bangalore. The things that we need to stay put so that everyday stops seeming like a gigantic revolving mess- yeah well, they refuse to.
I find myself constantly trying to console myself, telling myself that it doesn't matter, that life is meant to be that mess. But it never works. I'm not one for adapting, I'm much more of a denial person. All I can say is I have learnt that the best way to get over changing times and to deal with acceptance is by letting it go. We have to somehow get ourselves accustomed to the idea that somethings don't last as long as we'd like them to.
We have to get past the sinking feeling that we get when you try to think about the things that are out of your reach. And first realize that they're out of your reach so you don't end up like me, thinking that Roger would've won the match if only I'd been smart enough to go look for that second bird of joy.