Wednesday, November 5, 2025
Life is a sport. You’ve got the sideliners, yelling and criticizing. They can’t “get in there.” They’d have to swallow their pride to play. So, they judge the players as “idiots,” while they themselves, are lazy fat-asses gorging on hotdogs and yelling hot air.
Then, you’ve got the ones on the field, playing. Many are obsessed with scoring. They can’t enjoy success because there are no points great enough to fulfill their insatiable appetite to “win.” Goal after goal, frustrated and angry for “winning,” but feeling like a loser.
Then, you’ve those who play, but can’t win. They can’t even seem to touch the ball. Those are the ones who try and cry. The “winners” are too aggressive. Back to the stands.
Then you’ve got the benchers. They want to be in the arena and wonder how to win – for real.
They use their playtime to get good while having fun. They become agile, authentic, and fit. They practice joy. But they’ve learned something. If you want to win, you have to play. Get in there. But you also have to enjoy – even if your opponent scores way before you do.
Most people consider playing for joy a copout. You’re one of those ninnies who tells everyone to “Remember it’s just a game, have fun you guys.” Nerd McNerdy! But poor sportsmanship is the cause of grave suffering.
You must be in the arena to win. The more you enjoy the game, the better you get at it. The better you get, the goals seem to score themselves. Goals are not the glory. Joy is. After that, the winnings are sprinkles. Just give them away. Scoring is secondary to the glory of love. More love, more winnings. Give them away and start over. You’ve got the winning formula – play for joy’s sake, merely for the glory of love. Then, scoring is byproduct.