Day 352 The Race of Life – On Your Marks

I’ve been watching the Olympics almost all day whilst organising the studio. I feel ever growing respect towards all the competitors and for those who for some Olympics-politics reason didn’t get invited to the games, even though they should have been there by their performance on other championships. Decades of training, hard work and the expectations, the dreams can just go off as a fading shade of thin smoke in the wild quest of whys when a muscle is torn, a judge favours the other side and the wind blows with a whispering breeze of memories of coming second. How many hours of work is in a sprint, a water polo match or canoeing from the sportsmen, who is so passionate about achieving the best he can and the trainer who is so passionate about the sportsmen achieving the best he can that they both give years and years of their life to these dreams? At the same time, this is what we all do in our everyday life. We dream, we have expectations and of course others have expectations from us. We work hard, we try to achieve, we spend hours, days and years on projects from simply trying to be good daughters and good mums, good employees and employers. We try our best at work and we do indeed make mistakes as the girls at the water polo match. We share information with the wrong person as the girls miss the goals and we show attitude because we simply think we are right, whilst the girls push each other. We don’t get promoted and they get sent off. And of course those around us who are watching our mistakes easily ask why did you do that? As we do, watching the match. And we loose and cry and ask why. But when we win and laugh we even forget the existence of why because we experience for a brief moment: true happiness. Watching the Olympics is like watching our everyday life through a giant microscope.