On February 3, 2013, well over 100,000,000 people watched the Super Bowl.
Let’s be honest, most of us don’t really care about football that much. So why do we care so much about this one particular event? Because we want to understand it. We want to know what it’s like to feel the play clock ticking down and we want a single moment in our lives to be our defining one. We want the pressure of the world’s eyes upon us at the moment we have our chance to succeed, to make our mark.
The Super Bowl is so simple. There is a winner and there is a loser. There is the best and then there is everyone else.
Life? Life is a little more complicated. Things just aren’t that clear. But we yearn for it. We need it. We need to feel like at the moment when the football is spiraling towards us in the end zone, the eyes of those that matter will be around to see it, to define who we are, to define our lives, to shed a light on the moments that make us matter.
The strongest pain you have ever felt, doubled over, feeling as if you’ll never recover. But then you do.
The moment you finally are able to make eye contact with that person who makes you nervous.
Telling someone you love them, and meaning it, and not being able to live in a world where you don’t say it every fucking day.
Being there for someone who actually needs you.
These moments. These are our Super Bowls. These are the moments where our actions will change our histories, our stories, and our futures.
Fewer people are watching and fewer people care, but this is when we put points on our life’s scoreboards.
For every flashing camera, for every screaming fan, for every excited reporter, there is a story. And if you take away the flashes and the fans and the reporters? There is still the story.
That’s why we watch the Super Bowl. Because we are all playing in it every day. We just don’t know it.
Win. Win at your life. Win at being. Win.