That's the end of Vancouver 2010, it's been an inspiring journey with many moments that made me tried so hard to hold my tears.
Olympic is definitely not just about winning, it's about the love of what you are doing and sacrifices you are willing to take to reach that goal of your dream, it's about the continual confident spirit that brings one to challenge the limit of your body and mind. It's about believing the unachievable dream!!! I admire all the athletes, they are the most courageous and hard working individuals in the world!
Their world is so simple (hours of repetitive practices) yet, so complex (the ability to expand the body and will power within the matter of seconds). Extraordinary!!! God bless all athletes and I shall learn from their stories! Thank you for bringing us and the nation closer together by having this amazing event. ^^b
Lastly, I want to share this beautiful Video Essay with essay written by Globe and Mail columnist Stephen Brunt:
After a difficult start to the games, Canada's Olympic provided the entire nation with an opportunity to display its pride.
Let's be honest, it didn't start out very well, a tragic death on day one, an embarrassing malfunction at the worse possible moment in the Olympic opening ceremonies, the snow melting away on Cypress Mountain, the cauldron cruelly fenced off from those who wanted to blast in its glow. It seem like this Olympics might not recover from that stumbling start. And that was before we realized, it wasn't going to be quite so easy to be on the podium. Before the crushing pressure to perform at home, shatter the confidence of some of the Canada's best metals hopes.
But even as those inside the Olympic bubble, were threatened, and ringing their hands, on the outside, on the streets, and not just here in Vancouver and Whistler, but right across Canada, something remarkable is taking place. It was as though the entire country was given permission to feel something it needed to feel. And it was the country who set the tone for these games, and not the other way around. A sense began with the torch relay, and kept right on building. Even after Alexandra Bilodeau's victory, the historic first gold metal and those unforgettable images with him and his brother, it wasn't quite the script as we were expected. The story was suppose to be all about winning, about finishing first, about putting a new swagger in our stuff. Turns out the swagger is already there, it was just waiting for the right stage.
And by the time Jon Montgomery made his famous stroll through the streets in Whistler, all of Canada was walking beside him, reaching for that pitch of beer. The numbers of medals didn't really matter, though in the end the numbers is gonna be just fine. We didn't really need to own anything. What matters was the occasion, what matters was the event, what matters was the excuse to wave the flag and sing the anthem and shout it out loud.
Cynicism is easy, so is retraining into historic grudges, so is looking at the world which what ones borders are now dotted lines at best. And believe me it doesn't matter what you called yourself, or where you live. It does matter what we stood at, it is important to have a share of history, there is power through the collective experience, and admit it, it feels good. It feels good to let your heart shout.
Watch the video here
Another article by Brunt: "New Patriot Love"
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