One of the great pleasures of being an adult is the opportunity to play with a child. Play. What a treasure. What a chance to be young again.
So many times our play is anything but fun. We play tennis. We play golf. We obsess over it. We worry about the result. We take lessons. To play.
Games. It doesn't have to be that way. We can play for the pure pleasure of it. Perform well. Do well. The game is a blessing, if we allow it to be.
In cycling, in running, as i grow older, my times get longer, not shorter. It takes more to cover a mile. To climb a hill. To reach the finish line.
There is more to it than the time, the result, the score. There is the doing of it.
Games. Remember marbles? Jacks? Checkers? What do you play?
TOTD: What does it mean for you to play? What is your game?
I like to win. I like to push hard. But as I get older, as time passes, the more I realize that the opponent isn't the other guy, the opponent is time itself. Sometimes, the opponent is inertia: an object at rest tends to remain at rest...etc..etc...
I played checkers with a child this week. It was fun. It didn''t matter who won. When I play basketball, I play hard. I want to win. But both things are play. Both kinds of games matter, for different reasons.
What do you like to play? What is your game? What does it mean to win? What does it mean to play?