I used to think that being the best at something was
important. I don’t any more, which is why I have little interest in the London
Olympics.
I don’t begrudge the athletes their successes; if it makes
them happy, I’m happy that it does. It’s just that I’ve reached a point where,
for me, what needs conquering are the odds and my personal inadequacies, not
another person. Somebody once told me that my attitude is known as the
Corinthian Ideal. I never bothered to verify the fact, but maybe it is, and
maybe I should go to Corinth.
2 comments:
Same here. I've never been a competitive person and i think some people find that odd when it comes to certain things.
Meet me in Corinth, then. Next Tuesday at noon? (Must find out where Corinth is.)
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