One life to live and so many dreams to pursue.
Do men and women choose a game or a sport for the name, fame, or acclaim?
Do they play to win or to lose?
Do they conceive in their imagination to stand up for their passions?
Is it money that motivates, or being considered champions?
Does image matter? The image of being a gladiator, the all-conquering one?
What is it man wants? Why are they in pursuit?
Self-satisfaction? Accolades from peers? Or just inner light?
All these things will perish in time—none of these things are everlasting.
Is it greed, avarice, and malicious to manipulate the masses?
Is it a power game?
Of course. Everyone wants power, the power to drive change, the power to stop change, the power to be a part of the equation in the algebraic notation.
Who in their right mind would think that the world is only inherited by a few? Who has not heard of the word “universe?”
Man is not ultimate, and his victories are not Pyrrhic or heroic. There are no heroes in this world, only political animals and pawns in the chess game the world is.
Sport is a political game. It is more or less a power game. It is about “who is the best?”
Why do we need that “best” parlance? Because it defines a sphere of control, power dimension. Power center.
When you say “someone is the greatest” what we, in essence, are trying to do is elevate them to the peak, while pushing someone else to bottom.
Who gives us a right to measure? Which sane man measures one man against the other and finds another man wanting?
A man who cannot measure his own self-worth cannot measure the other’s worth. A man who exaggerates his place in history and relegates the achievements of others is nothing but a nerd with a hangover.
History is full of idiots who forgot that they are limited to their own time and space. Be it a Napoleon, Stalin, a Hitler, or those who believed in African slavery.
The same is true of a Lewis Hamilton, Michael Jordan, Roger Federer, or the Tooth Fairy.
Let’s not corrupt the sports landscape with our mundane comparisons. Who gives us the authority?
We are mere parasites who feed off the star dust that falls off the achievements of these stars. So let us not elevate ourselves to the heights where we think we are greater than the subjects or their place in history.
What zombie sits on our head when we say a Michael Schumacher is less than a Lewis Hamilton or that a Kobe Bryant is greater than a Michael Jordan or for that matter a Roger Federer is greater than a Andre Agassi?
Only sheer manipulation of the mind into believing in myths. Myths don’t stand the test of time.
Lines written in sand do not linger…and the glass is too fragile not to break…
Dedication: To the men and women of the universe and sport to whom history and today has been unkind to….this is Saraswathi Sirigina/Sarah ~ I believe in the Samurai Code.