Like much of the rest of the world, I have been enjoying the Olympics. I love the Games. There is always something inspiring to reflect upon. I read a lovely post about them the other night examining the purity of the Olympic competition. There is no end to analysis of the events, the athletes, the inspirations and emotions. This year I stand amazed by the passion.
Many of the best stories of the Olympics come from amateur athletes. They are the otherwise normal people. Often they have full time jobs, challenging economic situations and real life obligations just like the rest of us. These men and women and boys and girls devote their time, energy and passion to their sport. Their families sacrifice time and money and effort to allow these “normal people” to pursue their passion. These stories are inspiring. These athletes are amazing for their abilities and even more unbelievable for their dedication.
The Olympics show us people who have a dream. Other cultures would call it a vision. I would imagine to compete in the Olympic games means enduring pain, soreness, fatigue, thirst, hunger, pushing yourself to and past your limits. Fueled by love and will. And these people are ones who have reached to top of the mountain. They compete with the best our species has to offer. I find it humbling to witness such incredible passion and dedication manifested into action.
For my own self, it begs the question…..do I have as much passion for anything? Is there anything in this world I would work as hard to achieve or obtain? Do I have a dream or vision or goal that I would sacrifice as much to achieve?