Today, I'm contemplating the sport of life, or more specifically, the competition we have with ourselves. Initially, we take on an interest, hoping to excel in whatever our intention is. We create patterns and routines to generate a rhythm that enhances our ability to achieve a successful outcome. We try to express the love we have for whatever that activity may be, whether it's a game-winning shot off the dribble or successfully grinding a treacherous rail. By taking a deeper look at the practice, we recognize that the constant, recurring effort is what truly matters. The reverence or grace of any action exists in the present effort, and by allowing ourselves to be free in those recurring moments, we find what perfection truly is.
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