Friday, December 28, 2007
[9:22 PM]
The person who first thought that 'winning isn't everything' probably had a little too much to drink or perhaps was having a drinking challenge with friends, lost, continued to drink even more and voila, suddenly winning isn't everything (I'm imagining knights in earthy garments cheering over mugs of beer in a bar that looks pretty much like a dungeon). I've heard about the most cliches in one day this morning, how winning isn't everything (which yours truly actually did say it himself, trying to pretend everything's fine when nothing is), that there's bound to be a winner and a loser in a competition, and that to compete is not necessarily to win (yet another one i'm guilty of saying). I should be downright ashamed of myself for having lied that everything was okay when deep down inside this heart was beating with fury being forced to down the day's special concoction of anger and disappointment. It was just my way of masking the truth as I wouldn't want to create an even greater sense of devastation any more than what was already lingering in the air. Ah, I'm such a loser, literally and figuratively. Time and time again I'll tell myself that things happen for a reason, it makes me feel safe and comforted, but I'm not sure if it gives one any good. Nevertheless, I'm pleased with the heaps of passion I witnessed, the desire that flamed each of their spirit, giving me a reason to contemplate if there's any truth in the saying 'winning is not everything'.
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We should probably make a band and call ourselves The Slugs. Lovely photo Lester :)
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