Beyond the chalked definitions
Success and failure have more shades of grey than you think.
There are those who rise high and those who face defeat. There are those who chase dreams of glory, through sweat and strain; there are those who stumble, each setback endured, with their spirits unbroken; there are those who weep both sorrow and courage.
The elixir that fills each victorious line fuels the flames within, igniting pure delight. For every success, a tear shed; for every tear, a life wretched.
What about losing? When the sun dances on fields, lush and green, the winners stand tall, bathed in radiant light. The losers — they scrape for yet another opportunity; for some, it takes a lifetime of futility. Others still tread on the edge of destiny, awaiting and counting their steps and time.
In that book of grandeur, the losers make way when they win; for every winner, there is an ephemeral grandeur — the sole time for which they enjoy their stay, and then make way to closed books of history.
They rush and brush; they push and pull, all for the temporary timeline. In that battle for personalization of the fading memory line, neither the winners nor the losers are aware that victory can accompany defeat and vice versa. In that definition of victory they neither know, why they feel so empty when adorned with medals, nor why so content when failure stains the name.
