Watching the Federer v Djokovic Wimbledon final a few weeks ago I should have been saddened by Federer’s loss in 5 sets. I’ve always been a Federer fan. At his best he seemed to redesign the concept of space and time so that he always had more time than his opponent and he knew where the ball was going. His shots would just seem effortless, but yet come across the net with so much power.

Yet there’s been a lot of beauty in watching his raging against the dying of the light. At the age of 32, it was a wonderful effort to get to the final in the first place. He didn’t play his best but he definitely gave his best.

People will tell you that there’s no victory in defeat or failing at something, but I think this final eloquently illustrated why that isn’t the case. All each of us can do each day is try our best. Maybe sometimes it won’t be the best performance, but as long as you strive to do the deeds you won’t have a place among the cold and timid souls.

Federer took his loss gracefully and gave rightful credit to his opponent. I remember finishing second in a skating competition when I was 11 to a local rival. I didn’t take it well and my mum allowed me to leave before the presentation ceremony. However, the greater lesson would have been to have to stay and learn how to lose.

We all should be learning each day how to be better people. We make mistakes frequently but hopefully get a little better at living each day. I think there are both millions of meanings to life and none. One has to be about maximising the opportunities you have by at least trying your damndest to succeed and being gracious when you do and don’t.