Have you caught any of the Winter Olympics since they started? Or are you too preoccupied with messy divorce matters? Cause I think we all have something to gain and learn by tuning into these Games – not just by sharing in the triumphs and failures of our athletes, but by temporarily merging with something that is far bigger than ourselves and our troubled lives.
Call it empathy, call it patriotism, heck, call it living vicariously – but as I’ve watched these amazing athletes give it their all, I’ve been moved and inspired to want to feel more, dream more, do more, become more within my own life.
Moreover, I have been humbled – for I see how I’ve let adversity and excuses slow down my life. When I imagine the years of training these athletes underwent, how some of them even overcame serious physical injuries and personal life challenges in order to be there, I realize I haven’t always shown as much strength and courage as I know I’m capable of.
This is the first Winter Olympics my young children have watched. And their excitement and absolute awe at what the athletes are capable of doing has made me see the Games with heightenend awareness. I feel like they’re getting a mass tutorial on life as they witness the competitors’ ups, downs, and in betweens, and the underlying messages around passion, hard work, and a dream.
Sure, you could focus on all the ‘bad stuff’ that has transpired at the Games thus far: from some athletes’ failures and the violent protesters in the streets, to the column glitch in the Opening Ceremonies. Similarly, wherever we are in our divorces, we can easily find reason to criticise, be sad, mad and self-justifiably, stay that way.
But by daring us to step outside our boxed-in, stressed-out lives and merge with an energy and mass consciousness much greater than ourselves,we are reminded that we all carry the torch of something divine and powerful within us. And even if it’s only for a few weeks, I think the Games call to us all to burn bright…and have hope.
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