Beyond the Super Bowl
I know a whole lot of people who want to be a professional athletes (or who have wanted to be one at some point in their lives). Even I used to want to be a professional hockey goaltender once. It is a very common dream for both men and women. We want to play in the NFL, the NHL, the NBA, the MLB, or make it to the Olympics.
As I thought about this, however, I realized it must be hard to be a professional athlete. It must be a struggle, especially for someone who is at the top of their game. It might be easy for them to achieve the goal of their sport. They might win the super bowl, the world series, the stanley cup or whatever they get in the NBA. They might get a gold medal in the Olympics, but what next? What is next for Michael Phelps? He has achieved the highest goal of all in the sports world. He is set for life … or is he?
When you achieve all that your sport has to offer is there really anywhere left to go? I can only imagine that being a point where an athlete, who has made their whole life about sports, loses his sense of purpose.
I’ve made a pact with myself to never reach a point in my life where all is accomplished. When I get married I always want to pursue and romance my wife as if we just fell in love; when I have kids I want to always be excited about their lives as a new father is about his first born; when I publish a book I want to always write as if I hadn’t; when I turn 50 I want to pretend like I have a whole life ahead of me. I never want to set goals that cannot be topped. I always want to live at the beginnings of new adventure. To live as if there will never be an end, but rather as if there will always be a new beginning, a new sunrise, waiting to be embraced.