I used to be obsessed with Marion Jones when I was younger. She was an Olympic gold medalist, and she just oozed of confidence on the field. She was relentless and knew what she wanted. To win.
Honestly, I have no idea why I was so excited to root for the American athletes. I suppose I didn’t know any better. We do have a fair share (lion’s share… ahem!) of award winning Kenyan athletes. Eliud Kipchoge just happens to be one of them. I just don’t think our government acknowledged them sufficiently at the time.
However, I was incontrovertibly a Marion Jones girl. I’d watch her face harden in concentration before the starting shot, her brow furrowed. I’d feel the anticipation every time she jumped the hurdles and almost die of anxiety when she was close to the finish line. Then something catastrophic happened.
Marion Jones confessed to doping and was stripped off of some of her Olympic medals.
Sometimes, you can hold someone up to such a high esteem, that when something happens to dim their light, your light dims with them too. That was the end for me watching the Olympic sprints for quite sometime. I didn’t want to look into the screen and not find her racing the tracks. Track and field became a little luck lustre to me. She had certainly given me an indelible experience.
I was thinking of how society seems to have quadrupled the notion of ‘idolizing’ a person in modern society. This could be a singer, a journalist, an author, a powerful orator or an athlete. We’ve epitomized people to such a high grandeur, that they have embodied the celebrated quote: “all animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others” by George Orwell.
The fatality in that is that it becomes quite a problematic task to live up to that magnified theme.
Have you also noticed how society is so quick to dismiss these fallen heroes with the flick of a wrist?
The truth is, there’s so much more to life—
when the curtain closes, when you cut ties with toxic people, when you leave a relationship, when you exit the stage, when your gig ends, when you are made redundant, when you retire, when you’re laid off, when you suffer a setback, when you’re declared bankrupt (or your company is declared insolvent ).
Who are you when the accolades stop; when you’re not closing deals; when the applause ceases, when you’re not clocking in at work or not winning medals?
You’re still you, only without the noise.
And— perhaps now that the noise has stopped, you can hear yourself.
Possibly, an even more noteworthy question is:
Who remains with you when the noise stops?
In ‘Animal Farm’ by George Orwell, the pigs quickly abandoned the other animals on the farm when they obtained their new social status. Thereafter, depicted by their walking on their rear limbs instead of on all fours, mimicking the humans whom they had surreptitiously ousted from the farm. The irony is befitting!Perhaps the noise made you numb to the reality that you are, after all, human—
Who feels, who grieves, who forgives, who falls, who fails, who gives up, who tires, who shows emotion, who rises, who wins, who triumphs, who learns, who adapts, who grows.