I lose a lot.
By that, I don't mean fail. That's too easy and whiny to say.
I just play some kind of metaphorical race/game and end up losing a lot.
This morning it wasn't even 6:30 when I lost big. Money. Time. Opportunity.
And I'm good at it.
I never ran in track but in the world of metaphor, I do the last place last lap like a gentleman, waving to everyone ignoring me, taking bottles of water handed to me which are inevitably full of piss.
I lose well. I accept it and plod on and gain the mask of grace with a breakable elastic strap.
It's a skill, some would say, to recover quickly from any kind of loss.
Some skills one shouldn't get too good at.
By that, I don't mean fail. That's too easy and whiny to say.
I just play some kind of metaphorical race/game and end up losing a lot.
This morning it wasn't even 6:30 when I lost big. Money. Time. Opportunity.
And I'm good at it.
I never ran in track but in the world of metaphor, I do the last place last lap like a gentleman, waving to everyone ignoring me, taking bottles of water handed to me which are inevitably full of piss.
I lose well. I accept it and plod on and gain the mask of grace with a breakable elastic strap.
It's a skill, some would say, to recover quickly from any kind of loss.
Some skills one shouldn't get too good at.
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