So you find something to believe in–to throw yourself into. It has to be safe. It has to be something that cannot hurt you because hurt would tip you forward into an abyss from which you could never escape. Maybe work? No, it has to be something you love. TV? No, it has to be something you can do. You have to take action in some way. Kids? You’re already there. Any further and you’ll become one of them.
Love? The goal is to push away from the problem–fight gravity. Give balance and space and time to love and center and grow. It exists. It isn’t dead. It hasn’t weakened. Hold on to that.
So sports then. It is always sports. There is enough there to do and enough there to hold on to. There is love and growth and smiles and emotion. There is happiness. There may be enough there.