Post the Second

All right. The second I made this blog I bookmarked it. I clicked on it religiously, admiring how terse I must have seemed to all who read my cute, short paragraph of an entry. To those of you who have stumbled upon my page and thought just that...I'm sorry. I ramble on for hours, and ever-so-inconsistently I might add. Anyway, I've clicked and clicked and clicked on my blog, secretly thinking that doing that would somehow stir up some inspiration to start writing. One word: blegh!

Am I a tortured artist? I find myself thinking about what I'm going to write for my next entry about 9-10 times a day, and here I am, with only one post to show for. I'm pathetic. :/

Now down to real business...

Since everyone seems to be going crazy over the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing, I will write what I feel has been really pressing on my heart. Have you stopped to think about just how talented these Olympians really are? I'm sure you have because I think about it every damn second I watch an aired game. I mean, holy moly! I couldn't even walk across a balance beam without falling off and breaking my neck. I couldn't swim half the length of an olympic-sized swimming pool without giving up and wading off to the side. Long jumping for me would be jumping over 1 meter, and these guys bounce over 8 meters of earth! These people are simply amazing.

It's obvious that the Olympics are a time of true excitement for all peoples of all nations. I mean, representation of your home country, competition, and just pure love for the game are all reasons why we might get excited over watching a game or race. But do you ever wonder what else there is to be excited for? After watching game after game, race after race, don't you ever feel that something is missing? I find myself excited for US wins, sad over US losses, but all at the same time, I feel like my excitement does not adhesively stick to the win. It vanishes.

I think the reason for this is discredit. In essence, there's a lack of accreditation to the One who invented the reason for having the Olympics. It's actually heartbreaking to witness a heroic US victory and see all the glory be thrown to themselves. Watch Phelps win another medal. His expression is EPIC. But still yet, you don't sense an ounce of modesty. You don't see it in any of their faces. Runner, race-walker, long jumper, archer, swimmer, gymnast, ping ponger, you don't see it. All you see is me me me memememe yay for me. Okay, maybe the one time they might be acting slightly modest is when they're playing a team sport in which case they say, "Yay us, WE did it!"

I'm not trying to point out all the Olympians who failed to publicly thank God for giving them the opportunity to take the title and consequently, strip away their own glory. That's not it at all. I just think it's a bit disheartening to see such hard work and talent put into winning a gold medal, and seeing that it's all for something as temporary as a Summer Olympics title in a special event. It all seems so fleeting! Somewhere down the road, someone even faster than Phelps will compete in the summer olympics somewhere in the world and break all of his world records. It's inevitable. Nothing is ever set in stone, even world records. Your name will be forgotten and will only be pulled out by a sports commentator as a reference...to reference what the next Phelps just achieved compared to the previous Phelps.

Is it worth it? Is it worth it to be praised by everyone around you for bringing home that good ol' gold medal dangling around your neck only to be remembered four summers later as the loser who's too old and inflexible to do fifteen back handsprings without flying out of bounds? Maybe I'm bashing too much on Olympians, as all the hard work they do to represent the USA gives us a sense of pride. Even then, I'm sad, because I think God should be glorified for all human achievement. He's the one who created us, and any human accomplishment we deem amazing should be refracted toward God. God is amazing. And just note, if God was an Olympian, He would pwn everyone!!!!! (yes, even Phelps)

Post the First

It is two in the morning and I just made a blog. But don't get me wrong! I haven't created this on impulse. This is something I've been meaning to do for quite some time now, as xanga has proven to be insufficient. I'm hoping that with a new blog server, I can process fresh ideas and produce better writing than I did years before when I had my amateur blog. Okay, I think I'll sleep now and write later. Goodnight, world! I'm just letting ya'll know I'm out here.