If you are like most humans with a Maple Leaf passport and a penchant for opting for the path-most-often-traveled, you`ve found yourself fantasying what it must have been like for Sid the Kid to win gold for Canada.
The rush and the crush, the shock and the awe, the light and the beingthat perfect moment when all you intend and all you dream, bloom.
Most of we, the huddle mass, unfortunately act as if the torrent of base pleasure that reduced 23 jaded multi-millionaires to tearful exultation is not our rightful domain. That heroic accomplishment only exists in pixilated form, out of our grasp.
Ask yourself if would Sid have been as happy had the stands been empty and the cameras off? Would he have been as happy with a tattered jersey and teammates of questionable skill and unquestioned desire? I believe he would. He was no more and no less a man realizing a dream and the size of a dream does not matter.
The question we have to ask ourselves as we labour at the joys of our life. Are you happy with what your efforts have created? If it were hanging around your neck, what colour would it be? And what does this have to do with your Golf? Maybe nothing but only if your Golf dreams mean nothing to you.
