A player Wins
He becomes the new World Number One
Then he "celebrates."
I find this to be pedestrian
Almost shameful.
The fact that he is celebrating means that he won by "competing"
Doing so by competing means that he might not win the next time
What is there to celebrate?
We find that what he is celebrating is that the breaks went his way
That he got fortuitous bounces
That the winds of fortune might just as easily have swung in his opponents favor
This is what he is celebrating
I am a hermit and a recluse
I have been this way my entire life
This world has always been foreign to my way of understanding
I have always felt as an outsider in this world (and proudly so, I admit)
Or because the winds of fortune favored him rather than his competitor
He essentially "won" a high-stakes coin toss
What is there to celebrate?
My older son made a hole-in-one at the famed 11th hole at the Country Club Of Charleston
A hole on which Ben Hogan made a 13
The gallery roared
His playing partners congratulated
I remained silent
But when the feeling does not arise to begin with
Excitement did not arise within me in the slightest
Because we had not found a System to do it every time
"Luck" does not excite me
Mastery does
Once he can Guarantee an outcome
Once he Owns something so completely that he no longer needs to practice
This is worth devoting a life to
This is worthy of "celebration"
For then he has become a Master
For, whatever the reason may be, this is the only thing that interests me
I don't throw darts at a board and become "excited" to hit the bulls eye
I look for a System to hit the bulls eye every time
If am not a Master
I am nothing
Namaste