Revisting
This morning, I went back to church after a break of a couple of months. I wasn't estatic, or particularly joyful to be back.
Nevertheless, I was grateful to be back after all these while. I was just partly reminded about what I disliked about going to church, but also, reminded of what made me continue, and more importantly, the way I came to believe in the existence of a loving God.
I'm watching the table tennis match now - Korea versus Japan. Watching racquet games reminds me of the times when I used to play badminton. I think games like these, when your opponent is right in front of you, is different from say, running, gymnastics or swimming. I do not claim that runner, gymnasts or swimmers go through 'less' in anyway (they think of world records, haha), but it's just different. When you play a racquet game, you not only have to overcome your own fear, but also the fear of your competitor, all the time. The pressure is intense. It's not just about being skillful and confident, or putting al your might into moving as fast as you can; you have to strategize, and think on your feet. In that split second, a million things cross your mind - to hit with all your strength, to send a 'light' shot, where to hit, to judge whether a ball is in or out... it is very intense. Each game, each opponent is different; no two games are ever the same. Sometimes, I think the mental challenge in such games far outweights the physical challenges.
I was watching the female runners for the 35km event this morning. It scares me how they manage to run on and on, at speeds which look like they're practically sprinting to me. My respect goes out them. Sports is so competitive - you can train so hard, and still have so many people better than you. Those guys must have trained damn hard and deserve the satisfaction of competing in the Olympics. But as the Chinese saying goes, 'one mountain is always higher than the next' - when they're there, once again you feel small, and see so many great sportsmen. The pressure to work harder increases even more.
Nevertheless, I was grateful to be back after all these while. I was just partly reminded about what I disliked about going to church, but also, reminded of what made me continue, and more importantly, the way I came to believe in the existence of a loving God.
I'm watching the table tennis match now - Korea versus Japan. Watching racquet games reminds me of the times when I used to play badminton. I think games like these, when your opponent is right in front of you, is different from say, running, gymnastics or swimming. I do not claim that runner, gymnasts or swimmers go through 'less' in anyway (they think of world records, haha), but it's just different. When you play a racquet game, you not only have to overcome your own fear, but also the fear of your competitor, all the time. The pressure is intense. It's not just about being skillful and confident, or putting al your might into moving as fast as you can; you have to strategize, and think on your feet. In that split second, a million things cross your mind - to hit with all your strength, to send a 'light' shot, where to hit, to judge whether a ball is in or out... it is very intense. Each game, each opponent is different; no two games are ever the same. Sometimes, I think the mental challenge in such games far outweights the physical challenges.
I was watching the female runners for the 35km event this morning. It scares me how they manage to run on and on, at speeds which look like they're practically sprinting to me. My respect goes out them. Sports is so competitive - you can train so hard, and still have so many people better than you. Those guys must have trained damn hard and deserve the satisfaction of competing in the Olympics. But as the Chinese saying goes, 'one mountain is always higher than the next' - when they're there, once again you feel small, and see so many great sportsmen. The pressure to work harder increases even more.
Chengwei looked out at 3:41 pm
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