Thought of the Night

by Ivandario Saldarriaga

I was once told a long time ago,
in efforts to console me after I had lost in a competition,
"...everyone on earth was made for a certain sport.
And that person was destined,
to be the one of the greatest of that sport."
It was a comforting thought when I first heard it.
It immediately made me think,
of of some intense, ambiguous sport somewhere in the world,
which I alone excelled at.

A sport where I could a hero and triumph.
Where boundless victories would always make me happy.

But as I've gotten older the reality of the matter is too apparent to deny:
there just aren't enough sports in the world for each and every one of us.