Well, it's about that time of year again.
You know, the time when grown men get together and play one of the few socially permissible forms of adult make-believe.
They invest themselves fully into their own private worlds where they sit around and mull over sports statistics en route towards drafting the best
possible fantasy football league. And unto that imaginary process they devote copious amounts of time and energy and money.
I know a ton of people obsessed with fantasy football, and each year they throw away hundreds of dollars for the right to huddle up and literally put
days/weeks/months of research into crafting the ideal imaginary team. They put forth all that effort for the chance to win a bit of money and bragging
rights until the next season.
When I see behavior like that--when I see someone investing so heavily in an activity that leads essentially nowhere along a longer timeline--I find
myself examining how much effort those individuals invest in themselves.
Invariably I find myself discovering that the amount of time they put into fantasy football far exceeds the amount of time they invest in reading new
books, learning new languages, meditating, doing qigong, studying useful talents, or anything designed towards improving themselves.
And invariably I find myself disappointed. Because for a lot of people, fantasy football (and sports in general) represent the biggest temporal
investment they make into anything following the end of their education.
But should that really be the case?
Seriously--if you're going to spend that long studying and selecting the best combination of athletes for a totally imaginary process, you should at
least be spending equal amounts of time working towards perfecting something that really matters: Yourself.
I tried having this conversation with one of my closer friends only to meet immediately psychic resistance and stronger cognitive dissonance. So I
explained it to him in a different way:
"Dude, if this was metaphysical fantasy football and people drafted players by how much and fast they spiritual evolved--or how spiritually advanced
they might be already--if you picked people based on their displays of kindness, altruism, compassion, selflessly, empathy, and love, in what round of
the draft would someone pick you?
That gave him pause--a little, at least. And that gave him an opportunity to see things from my perspective.
Instead of waiting all year for the opportunity to play fantasy football for practically zero material gain, shouldn't we instead be spending all
year long playing metaphysical fantasy football? Shouldn't we be investing the vast bulk of our time and energy (and money) towards honing our minds
and improving our spirits and getting our draft position as high as possible?
Shouldn't the most effort we expend go into the activity that has the highest rate of return?
In five years, playing fantasy football will guaranteed get you five games of fantasy football. Nothing more and nothing less.
Five years of playing metaphysical fantasy football and improving yourself diligently could get you enlightenment.
It could get you a guaranteed first-string spot in heaven.
It might even earn you a place as a Celestial Avenger
Think about where you're putting your time. Consider deeply where you're investing your energy.
You could have five years of pointless fantasy football games under your belt.
Or you could use that time and energy towards perfecting your spirit and earning a place in the highest dimensional realms.
You could have an encyclopedic knowledge of football statistics.
Or you could have an endless number of perfected worlds that'd gladly welcome your presence for your next incarnation.
We each have twenty-four hours in a day--no more and no less. And where you invest your time says a lot about you.
The best people are striving towards spiritual perfection.
Too many others are reading ESPN.
This year, forget fantasy football--and start prepping yourself ceaselessly for the inevitably draft of metaphysical fantasy football.
That game is starting the instant this life ends.
By the time you get there, make sure you're a first-round pick.