
Sometimes, it's good to be humbled. It reminds us not to be boastful nor complacent. Case in point, a tennis match I played this weekend. After fervently trying to connect with a friend in Georgetown, we finally met on Sunday for a couple sets. A couple excruciating sets, resulting in utmost humiliation for me. I was lucky to win the game I did, as he dismantled my serve and methodically held his.
It was like watching Roger Federer play Will Ferrell. Except, at least then it'd be funnier.
Not only was I practically violated, I remembered how relative everything is. I'm a good tennis player. In fact, compared with the majority of the world, I'm an excellent tennis player. Yet, within the top 2% of people who play tennis at a high level, I'm pitiable.
Take aesthetics for example. Many of us are semi-obsessed with our appearance. There are days we walk confidently and strut and days where we wish we lived as an eremite. Ideally we don't vacillate to far on either side of the pendulum, though it's easy to flaunt a new shirt and haircut. And it's just as easy to disappear during an acne breakout or bad sunburn.
Moreover, one can be the best looking person in a room (fairly objectively), and walk down the hall and be the ugliest. Our self-esteem is contingent on our environment if we allow it. Unless, we find inner meaning and value in ourselves, we're susceptible to the variations of life. Like Einstein discovered, the theory of relativity.









