Winners VS Losers

Just as the peak of the Olympics Fever is breaking, I find myself pondering the affliction of competition. How much does winning matter

The more its worth to you the more you'll win.

You'll work for it. You'll put in the time doing the research, sharpening your mind and training your body for it. You'll eat sleep and dream it. You'll seek it out until you find it and nail it.
And Victory is so sweet. You're a hero. You're a samurai. You're a warrior.
People throw parades for you and shower you with riches.
You will set the bar and reach new heights of glory because it matters, it really matters to be the very best brand of good you can be.
It's the natural way. Survival of the fittest. Kill or be killed.

But how long does victory last before you're grasping at it again? How long can you rest on your laurels before you're a has-been looking for your next comeback? Is it really worth all the hassle? Who needs honour, riches and glory anyway?


Some of us are more concerned with the game than the winning. And some, don't feel like playing at all.

We're the losers. We're the spectators. We're the adoring fans.

Winners need people like us to prop them up. Make them look good. Without us, the winners are just idiots running in circles, expending all sorts of energy hopping about for no reason at all.

Who do you think drives the winner's Cadillac through the streets waving and grinning like a cheshire cat? Who do you think he's waving at? Who do you think buys boxes of cereal with his face on it? Who do you think chants his name as he crosses the finish line?

But again, I ask. Does competition really matter? If there was no one sitting in that cadillac, if there were no bouqets and medals, wouldn't traffic move a little quicker? Wouldn't I be able to nosh on my sugar-O's without being reminded that I have no chance of ever running a one-minute mile? Wouldn't I be able to read a newspaper with actual news in it? Wouldn;t men have more interesting things to talk about?

Just a thought.

G