Balls and Pins

There is a satisfying feeling when the ball rolled down the lane, true towards the arrow and on a straight path bound for the pocket. I know I probably will knock down all the pins, that few seconds of waiting while the ball rolls often send my fingers dancing with anticipation.
It took me a couple of frames to get dial in, been 4 years since I last bowled. Muscle memories from 10 years back took over when I pick the ball up from the rack.
It all felt familar. The center highlighted dot where I always place my left foot while my right foot is behind it, 45 degree to the right. The 4 steps to bowl. The problem of release where my arm swing out and away instead of following through. And the sound of the ball striking the pin.
Probably life is like bowling. You need some time to get zeroed in, but even if you zeroed in, you still might not get what you expected. You think it's gonna be a strike but lols, a lone 9 pin is left or God forbid you get a split. And then you either spare it to get a close frame or you missed the second ball and be left with an open frame. The game moves on either way. So does life.
Come to think of it, I felt that I am in control to a certain degree. The ball is there, I can take my time and throw it right. Whatever will happen; a strike, left over pins, that's out of my control. As long as I throw it right, I won't get my ball into the gutters. So, I will do my part for things and let whatever will happen, happen.