The Beautiful Monster

Citius, Altius, Fortius.

I love watching the Olympics.

Not only are the games being held in my favorite country (a.k.a Canada), and not only are the games literally dripping in muscled eye-candy, but they are also a great source of inspiration.

As the athletes are faster, higher and stronger than ever before, I feel a call and a challenge to create a “better” version of myself. I feel a push to love more wildly, dream without limitations and connect more deeply with the world around me.

And on another level, the Olympics give me hope for a more peaceful tomorrow. At some point, the human race will come to an end. It is a mathematical certainty. The real questions are, “Will that end be sooner rather than later?” And, “Will that end be by natural or man-made means?”

So long as humans aren’t able to see themselves in the world around them, we will continue to fight amongst ourselves and desecrate this planet. If we’re not able to evolve to a higher level of awareness, humankind’s closing chapter may be relatively soon.

Watching the games gives me hope that we can put our differences aside and come together for something greater. In the opening ceremonies, watching Iran march just one country behind Israel made me think that there is a possibility that we can.

For the remaining week and a half of the games, I’ll be lifted by the wings of our inspiring Olympians to go be a better version of myself with the hope of a more peaceful tomorrow. Beyond the tight spandex, medal counts and meaty thighs, that’s what the Olympics is all about.

Canada, my home. Canada, my love.