The Olympics

I guess it’s only natural to feel proud of/for/with your country when the Olympics begin. We watch sports we forgot were sports, we root for people we’ve never met as though they were our sons and daughters. We forget that we have ever been divided by race, religion, or sexual preference. We laugh together, we hope for each other, we love, again. It’s like Christmas (without all the suicides) and I wish we could achieve this greatness; the epitome of humanity at its best; always, instead of relegating unity to certain times of the year/years.


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