🐥The Paradox of Now #34

In the moment.

I thought about this speech for a long time. I wrote bullet points in my journal, typed furiously in my Notes app and went down a YouTube rabbit hole of famous sporting speeches. At one point, I even tried a poem, but the words were lost in its own rhyme.

So I stopped. And I started again with a blank page and cursor blinking back at me.

Here.

In this very moment.

Because that’s all we ever really have. This current moment. The present. None of us have ever travelled back in time and none of us have the ability to predict the outcome of this week.

The only thing that exists is this exact point at this exact time you happen to be here. And what a privilege it is, that against all the infinitesimal odds of existence, we get to share this moment together.

And all I ask of each and every one of you, whether you’re playing, cheering, or supporting, is that you stay present.

You remain in the moment.

I’m not here to promise clean sweeps, fairytales or scoreboards filled with resounding victories. That’s not us. That’s not Welsh. We’re more grounded than that.

More real.

But if you’re present on that court, you’ll surprise yourself. The ghosts of the past and the monsters of the future disappear when your conscious energy is employed in understanding the present.

And presence provides presents.

The shots you thought were impossible, the rallies that take you beyond your limits and the joy of knowing you left everything on that court.

That is real.
That requires full concentration of the mind.
That is being in the moment.

Nerves? They’re natural. But nerves and excitement are the same thing. The only difference is in the preparation. And we have prepared. Maybe not with sunshine, or perfect facilities, or an endless sea of outdoor courts. We’ve prepared with what we’ve got, where we are, and with who we are. A non-linear line of progression from this time last year.

And that’s enough.

For some of you, this is your first time representing Wales. For some, your second, third, or maybe even your last. None of that matters. Each of you carries equal weight. Equal worth. And we share that load. Because in Wales, we always share the load. We carry it together, and in doing so, it feels light.

How we do anything in this life is how we do everything. Cheer for your teammates as passionately as you play on court. Support one another as fiercely as you fight for every ball. Bleed for your country if necessary.

No apologies. No self-deprecation. No complaints about bad bounces or unfortunate net cords. There is no time for any of this, as we are all aware. Each moment on that court, as in life, can slip by so quickly that we often fail to keep it in our grasp.

So trust yourself in the now and trust each other in the moment.
Because these moments we share here are all that we will ever have.

Remember, this is not the “European Championships.” This is not some epic story for the grandkids. This is not one of the defining memories you will recall before you take your last breath.

This, right now, is just a sports complex in Rome. A whiffle ball. A paddle. Some white lines on a roll-out court. One day, like the Colosseum down the road, even this place will be ruins and rubble.

All I ask of you Welsh Gladiators is that you turn our opponents to ruin and rubble before they get the chance to do it to us.

So, what do we have to fear? Nothing. Not when in Rome. Not when we’re together.

Not when we’re in the moment.

Like all profound truths, this is just another paradox that is served to us. On one hand, this is just a sports complex in Rome. On the other, it is one of the greatest sporting moments of our lives.

Hold both truths delicately.
Play in both truths passionately.
Honour both truths fully.

Live in the paradox.
Stay in the present.
Be in the moment.

Cymru am byth.

Haiku #34

It takes a lifetime,

To be present in a day,

A handful of times.