Maybe the London show wasn't the tightest televisual creation, or the best choreographed show, or the most magnificent spectacle (it's rather hard to match the awesomeness of Beijing, the emotional depth of Athens, the beauty of Barcelona and the touching sensitivity of Moscow, as they are my all-time favourite ones); London's ceremony however was humorous, passionate, generous and innocent like the British people (my friends) I have met and come to love over the years.
Britons in all their faults (nobody's perfect) have genuinely touched the world in more ways than one and offered so much to culture and the Earth's civilisation (as well as have taken from it in sinister ways), so with this ceremony, one can't help but be reminded that there is no perfection in human nature or utmost accomplishment, rather there exists only a passionate intention that is all that matters in the end.
And last but not least, beyond the always-moving Olympic Hymn, the emotional & amazing torch protocol it is the parade of Nations more than anything else that is usually my favourite part of any ceremony. It's the people who struggled, sacrificed, trained hard and gave up so much to get to the Olympics, the athletes themselves that are the highlight of each show.
Their excitement, childlike joy (a lot of them are children), their happy faces and endless energy as they enter the stadium is what gives me the biggest smiles. Those demigods of sport are so humble, that even when the crowd cheers them in the stadium and all around the world, they are STILL taking photos of the audience, thrilled to be there and not believing all this hoopla is about them. This is about them and they are having the most fun!
You gotta love it, with every fibre of your body.
I know I do.
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