I'm sure there are many women in this world who would hate me

Hear the words of Josh Segarra, who speaks with both humor and gratitude: “I’m sure there are many women in this world who would hate me because all I watch is sports. But I found the one girl who loves watching with me.” At first, the words appear lighthearted, the jest of a man speaking of his pastime. Yet beneath their surface lies a deeper wisdom—of love, companionship, and the meeting of hearts that see joy in the same light.

When he speaks of sports, Segarra names not only games of play but also the rhythms of passion that capture the heart. For sport is not merely a pastime; it is drama, struggle, triumph, and loss condensed into ritual. To dedicate oneself wholly to watching it, however, is often seen as folly or obsession. He acknowledges this, knowing that many would judge his devotion as excessive, perhaps even undesirable. Here he shows humility, confessing a flaw—or at least a peculiarity—that might distance him from others.

Yet in the next breath comes his revelation: though many might hate him for such devotion, he found one who does not merely accept it but shares it. This is the essence of his joy—that among the countless souls who might not understand him, he discovered the one girl whose spirit aligns with his. It is not merely about watching sports together, but about the deeper miracle of finding someone who delights in what delights you, who sits beside you not out of duty but out of joy.

History too speaks of such unions. Consider the tale of Odysseus and Penelope. Though their lives were sundered by war and wandering, they were bound not only by loyalty but by shared understanding, a harmony of mind and spirit. When Odysseus returned at last, their bond was unshaken, for it had been built on more than circumstance—it was rooted in shared vision, shared patience, shared joy. Segarra’s simple tale of watching games with his beloved carries the same truth: love is strengthened when it rests on harmony of pleasures as well as endurance in trials.

The deeper meaning is that companionship is not about perfection, but about resonance. One may have flaws, obsessions, or quirks that others cannot abide. Yet if even one person looks upon these not as burdens but as bridges, then true companionship is found. Segarra’s words remind us that love is not the search for someone flawless, but for someone who loves even our imperfections, and perhaps even makes them their own.

The lesson, then, is clear: do not seek to change who you are in the hope of winning love. Instead, live with honesty, and in time you may find the one whose heart beats in rhythm with yours. When such a soul appears, cherish them as the rarest treasure, for they turn even ordinary pleasures—like watching a game on television—into moments of eternal joy.

The practical action is this: cultivate authenticity in your life and relationships. Share your true passions, however simple they may seem, and allow others to share theirs with you. Do not hide your nature for fear of rejection, for in hiding it you may also hide the very qualities that would bind you to your true companion. And when you find the one who sits with you gladly, whether in silence or in laughter, whether before a glowing screen or beneath the stars, hold fast—for you have found not just a partner, but a mirror of your soul.

Thus, Segarra’s playful words shine with wisdom: the world may hold countless who do not understand you, but if you find the one who does, it is enough. For in that companionship lies the victory greater than any championship—the triumph of love itself.