Champions.

Sometimes, when I watch certain people lose, when I watch them fall short, when I watch them in tears, when I watch them being in pain, it doesn't really feel like its only their loss. Its feels mine too, and it feels right that I feel it too. You know that person is a champion at heart and always will be.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

And even though there really isn't anything that I could do about it, even though they probably don't even know I exist, let alone cheering for them, the part of me that's invested in these people doesn't want to quit. It doesn't do what it does for the appreciation or the recognition that comes out of being invested. In fact, its so invested that it really doesn't have any idea of how to stop being so invested. And it doesn't want to be not invested in them. They're worth it is what that part believes and they'll always be, as long as they are the champions at heart they are today.
It makes me think, the most powerful people, the most attractive ones, aren't really the ones that are physically strong or attractive. They're not the ones who reach the pinnacle of success, they're not the ones with the most money. At least not to me. The slightest show of humanity, the subtlest portrayal of humility in victory or defeat, the sheer gratefulness during the good times and the absolute gracefulness when times get tough are what makes the most attractive ones. And Love, without any second thoughts.

Love, peace.