Fourteen Weeks, six days. Day 106 in the quest to chase our little miracle
I am not a sports fan, but i love the emotions that sports seem to provoke.
Saturday i said i couldnt remember the last time i cried. But yesterday i cried twice.
I cried when i was scared, and i cried when i watched a sports movie and realised just how much this life means to me. Why is it that sport, sports ads, and sports movies have that effect on us? What is it about sports that make everyone seem so alive?
I dont like the games, but the way that the team works together like a family, each persons success the other persons happiness, each persons failings, the other persons sadness... A team, a family, friends...
The emotions seem so real, so heartfelt, so deep, but i wonder to myself, for the crowd, for the fans that watch the adverts and the games, are they real emotions?
A man running across the field, running to save his team, a song in the background sings for love, for mercy, for life... The crowd looks on in awe, the team screams in glory, a goal has been made... The crowd raises from their seats and screams in triumph, tears flow, piano's play... Hearts race, and happiness follows...
Is there any reality for spectators to the emotions created by sports? But then i guess that may be like asking if there is any reality to the emotions created by movies?
Maybe we are simply sucked into another reality for a moment then spat back out to our own lives, to our own reality?
The emotional brain responds to an event more quickly than the thinking brain. Daniel Goleman
