I watch the Olympics' closing ceremony with melancholy. It has been my most faithful companion for the past 17 days. What do I do after this?
During this period, I was showed how hard work pays off beautifully. Honour and pride come from sweat and sacrifice. Our dreams have to be fought and win, with all the determination and self belief. Ancient sports and human are actually intertwined. I lauded at the magical relation between physique and beauty. I saluted the broken yet undaunted spirits. I cheered at the perfect dive, I wept at despaired fall. Heroes were crowned, heroes were trounced. Legends were made, legends were overwritten. Life just doesn’t get more dramatic than this, does it?
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