Vale is not god.

Another year gone. Another year and someone else gets to wear a funky shirt with the number 1 on it. Another year skeptics will cry hoarse that it is the end. Another year when they can gloat in “I told you so”. Another year when they will want me to believe that you are “just human”.

Another year of how wrong they are.

Because Vale, they can never understand that you are not god because you win, but because you make me realise winning is not everything.

Because you give me hope to keep trying. To enjoy the challenge. To fight the odds, even if you can avoid them. To me that one decision to leave the “factory” of winners made you a god. To me no loss after that will ever take away anything from you. Because that one day you reached the escape velocity. Now the gravity of winning or losing does not affect my respect for you. Now, no matter what the result is, I can ever switch the T.V off. Now, I can never be half-hearted in my love, no matter what. You make me believe it is possible to invest everything in what you love, no matter what the consequence. You might not see it, but you give me hope and courage to go full throttle. You see you make me believe in my friend who once said “Vale might not win, but he can never lose”. You make me see winners. Where the world says there are none. Especially where the world says there are none.

You see you make me realise that gods are there amongst us. Because gods are not the immortals who do miracles, they are the mere mortals who inspire other mere mortals to do miracles.

And that’s why vale, you are god. Because you are not.