"Just because I'm losing"
I love being a loser. I’ll admit it right away; I don’t possess instinct to compete whatsoever. Ever complacent in the face of defeat when the measuring stick is attributed by others than myself. I realize this may come off as hypocritical to those who actually remember what I jot down, as the acknowledgement of others is mainly why I aspire, but people seem to confuse the concepts at times. Losing something means that you didn’t win, and possible situations aside, the effect of the term concludes to an eventuality where someone can be regarded as “better” than you. First of all, this requires the popular conception of the given situation to be somewhat unison, but we all know that this can be an abstract variable. People are such frail beings, clouded by desires, relations and feelings, and I often find myself rooting for the underdog just to say “fuck you” to the system. This is also an innate thought in most human beings, we hope for the little guy to win. The natural conclusion would be that the winner isn’t always the just one, even if it’s in regard to effort, skills or luck, but this is where my complacent nature is somewhat justified. If you possess insight, you can appreciate your own worth, and realize whether or not the “loss” was acceptable, regardless of what others think. If you did you, people will probably recognize anyways.
And regardless of outcome, one should always aspire to be better. Of course having your sights on someone who is considered as better than you, that’s always an efficient way to go about it. Sir Michael’s team, the hearty bunch known as the “Shooting Stars” experienced this sensation a few weeks back, losing a close game they very well could’ve won. They were last years reigning champs, and will be the contenders for the crown next year. It’s cool seeing every individual on the team grit their teeth together, taking the loss like a man and getting ready to hand out some damage in 2012. Even as they may be lacking in several crucial points predisposed by conformity concerning the game of basketball, they still have that one vital thing no one can take from them, and that is the biggest hearts out on the court. This isn’t going to become some “Shooting Stars is so incredibly awesome while ya’ll are not”, but props where props is due, hustle is truthfully their middle name.
It’s wonderful how this can reflect anything, it can be a mere game when you break it down, but in an existentialistic view, couldn’t life itself be? Losing is but a mere experience colored with bitter memories known as pain, which unless physically implied, will fade over time. And as long as it’s mental, it’s all your ball game. If you expect everything to be easy as pie, and to Gladstone Gander your way through life, you might as well give up now, cause neither the world nor its inhabitants will hold you in especially high regards. Everything is connected, and the butterfly effect is sure to ripple things the way they are deserved (most of the time). There is no particular morale to this story, other than morale in it’s disambiguated self, you have to be enough of a fighter to just give a fuck and keep going. Rarely is cursing an efficient display of verbal power, but if the portraying of the words themselves make you cower, you have already lost. Sometimes it seems hopeless, often everything is grim, but without an exception, you always have something to struggle for. Whether it’s just to get by or to get big, no one will take you there on a piggyback ride. Don’t go all Atreyu and rely on your Falcors.
"I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed." -Michael Jordan
SenseiRydis is a hypocritical loser.
