Every once in a while I get into a completely cheesy philosophical state of mind. Today is one of those times.
As I was doing some cleaning around the house, listening to college football playing in the background I starting thinking about how a football game is a sort of metaphor for life. Yeah, yeah... I can already hear the eyes rolling as you read this. But, hang in here with me as I explain.
We all have some goal we are trying to reach. Just as the team in possession is trying to get into the end zone.
There are always obstacles in our way, trying to impede our progress. And sometimes we get knocked down - "tackled".
Sometimes we run toward the goal by ourselves. Sometimes we have to pass the ball over to someone else for a while to get some help reaching our goal.
Sometimes we stumble so much we get off focus, and we have to work to get back on track so we can start our progress again. Just as when a football team doesn't get the 1st down and has to hand the ball over and work to get it back.
We may have to play defense at times. Pushing back against something that is trying to turn us away from our goal. Sending us backward, farther from the goal we are trying to reach.
Finally at the end of the struggle - we cross that line. We make it to our goal. Our own personal touchdown.
The people that care for us are there to cheer us on through it all. Although there will also be others there to root against us.
And if we overcome the obstacles. If we meet enough of our goals - in the end we win the game.