I was watching ESPN classics yesterday, and the featured sport was baseball. As I sat and watched players from different eras I thought of them hitting up steroids, getting paid obscene amounts of money, and occasionally actually doing something useful in their professional careers. Baseball is really a metaphor for life, if you think about it.
There are 365 games a year each played against different teams. Yet your really in contact with your division the most, that is your family, coworkers and friends. Sometime life can really suck when you’re below 500, and nothing seems to be going right. Other times life is great, and you feel like the Red Sox when the actually beat the Yankees. You move from base to base every day, sometimes you get struck out; sometime you hit a homer out of the park. Your day depends on the weather, the players, and type of bat you use. When it all comes down to it, it’s about that point, the home plate. If we thought more in terms of baseball, maybe people wouldn’t be so miserable. Think about it, if your primary goal was to get to home before you got struck out, wouldn’t life be so much better. Of course this is all very vague, but that’s the point. “Home” can be anything, 1st base can be anything. It’s up to the individual really, so I suggest you take a look at your life and realize your goal shouldn’t be to get to first, it should be to get to home base. Just a thought.
- Steve
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