When I was asked by someone recently how many push-ups I could do, I tried to re-direct the question and the reason behind it. There’s no embarrassment or shyness on my part, just a different focus. It’s a perspective that time cultivates as values come into a sharper focus, given that there’s not as much time left anymore.
While I’ve always enjoyed fitness, there were always plenty around who were faster and stronger. That doesn’t mean I sat on the sidelines.
Competition is a crucible which reduces the issues to the basics. Exactly what am I capable of achieving? Is my will sufficient to push me farther?
The competition of sports has always been used as an analogy for our lives, and aptly so. But certainly, not all aspects of life are to be treated as though participating in a competitive event. “To everything there is a season…”
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