A bullet flies to heaven, signaling the start of a dreaded match, but your feet feel numb at that moment, you knew you were at a loss, and people started booing and calling you a loser. But somehow, you're bolted, and you find yourself sprinting despite assuredly being in last place, you get up when stones stumble on you, and you condition your mind to focus despite the dubiety, uncertainty, and the sound of your heart deafening. When the champion is called, the runners-up become the shadows of the pack, and those who are unlucky even to get a title are camouflaged in the background. Nonetheless, you are elated to have started a losing fight, and you have pushed yourself more than anything. In the end, life is not just about the winner; it's also for the almosts, the fighters, the losers, and the triers. Seize the uncomfortable and transcend.
