I’ve just sat through the closing ceremony of the London 2012 Olympics. It was a little bit mental and, in my opinion, nowhere near as good as the opening ceremony. But that aside from that the enormity of the Olympics isn’t lost on me. I’m by no means a sporty person and I’ve watched maybe 5 events start to finish, but so much has been achieved. From the construction of the stadiums, the logistics and the 10,000 athletes who took part who trained tirelessly, and the hundreds who won medals, it has been a remarkable endeavour.
Weirdly it got me thinking about a story my sister-in-law told me about my 4 (and three-quarters) year old nephew. Whilst walking around a castle he asked his mum what the engravings on the floor meant. His mummy answered that they were graves of people who had gotten very old and died. The cogs whirred for a few minutes and eventually he asked if he would get old. His mummy answered that we all get older. Again he took a few minutes to process this information before looking up teary eyed and said ‘But mummy I don’t want to get old and die.’ Out of the mouth of babes.
I considered how I would handle that situation if it were me. In short I have no idea. I’m not a parent but in my Uncle role I do my best to answer the relentless questions that come out of a 4 (and three-quarters) year old’s mouth. Where these two things marry up is this; all those that were involved in the Olympics are forever inscribed in the annals of history. Every athlete, official and volunteer. Every single one.
So my answer would be some version of this: We cannot live forever, at least not yet, but we can be remembered through our deeds. In short we must all strive to be remarkable in any and all ways we can. We, as wargamers, are immersed in one of the most creative hobbies ever and we all have a game, a novel or even a miniature idea bubbling away in side us. I urge you all to let those ideas out. Use this tremendous wargaming community and pool your skills. Not every project will succeed but it won’t be for lack of trying.
I’ve been working on various writing projects for years and I’ve always distracted myself because I deluded myself into thinking I had all the time in the world. To the extent that I was going to pitch Project Awesome 10 years ago but instead it’s going through its 8th iteration and I’m no closer to getting it into the light of day. The only reason I’m not working on it at the moment is because I’m developing a game that could have some interest about it and I need to give it all the attention I can.
My point is that unless I make it happen through spending lunch hours jotting notes down and tossing ideas around with my co-writer, then spending my evenings typing it all up, it’ll never, never, happen. Personally I have every intention of living forever, but on the off-chance I don’t then I’m going to make damn sure I’m going to be remarkable and leave behind this blog, games and stories that people will enjoy long after. I challenge everyone who reads this to do the same.