This is your first game, my child.
I hope you win.
I hope you win for your sake, not mine.
Because winning’s nice.
It’s a good feeling.
Like the whole world is yours.
But, it passes, this feeling.
And what lasts is what you’ve learned.

And what you learn about is life.
That’s what sports is all about. Life.
The whole thing is played out
 in one afternoon.
The happiness of life.
The miseries.
The joys.
The heartbreaks.

There’s no telling what’ll turn up.
There’s no telling whether they’ll toss you
out in the first five minutes or whether
you’ll stay in for the long haul.

There’s no telling how you’ll do.
You might be a hero
or you might be absolutely nothing.
There’s just no telling.
Too much depends on chance.
On how the ball bounces.

I’m not talking about the game.
I’m talking about life.

But, it’s life that the game is all about.

Because every game is life.
And life is every game.
A serious game.
Dead serious.

But, that’s what you do with serious things.
You do your best.
You take what comes.
You take what comes and you run with it.

Winning is fun.
But winning is not the point.

Wanting to win is the point.
Not giving up is the point.
Never being satisfied
with what you’ve done is the point.
Never letting up is the point.
Never letting anyone down is the point.

Play to win.
But lose like a champion.
Because it’s not winning that counts.
What counts is trying.
Author Unknown

Thanks Teri for sharing…

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