In life we have Gurus, Sages and Personal life coaches. In golf the
caddy is your companion guide and pseudo philosopher- who helps you to
explore the landscape of your life. Among all the sports and games, golf
is the one game that brings you closest to nature and your inner self.
There is a method in the aimless jaywalking style of the game- while
chipping away at the pock marked ball, one realize the importance of
conserving nature and the environment. A mystical journey and a sort of
spiritual union with the universe.
Silence is absolute here like
meditation, and ethical questions will always hover in your
consciousness when you attempt to take short cuts- because it will dawn
on you that you are only fooling yourself, and it is not the path to mastery or perfection. It is a symbolic trip through lush space and time, to perceive reality through nature.
You learn that bad shots happen on the golf course too and one must
not fret about it but analyze what went wrong and focus on the next
shot. You learn so much more from your bad experiences (shots) in your
life than the good ones. You get time to reflect on them unlike other
sports, not reflecting is a waste of a precious opportunity, as
reflecting plus pain equals progress in life.
A few bad shots are
not the end of the game of life and one great shot can make the par, and
you can reclaim your life. The real purpose of mistakes, sorrow is to
enable you to rechart your life, just like you make course corrections;
you change the iron to fit the situation, different sticks for different
strokes/ situations.
On the course you are alone, no coach, no
guide the moment of truth- as you are poised to strike the ball, you are
alone, the “ I” remains. You will discover that you develop two
perceptions of life, two fundamental objectives,- the self discovery of
your specific characteristic and the perception of distinction, for a
balanced view, the game is a relentless pursuit of truth and personal
evolution. That is why they say old golfers attain a state of bliss/
nirvana- they do not die, they only lose their balls.
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