Life

 Why should winning be just defined by finishing the line ahead of others? Finishing the line with your best, even if it means coming last in the list, is also a win. And beyond finishing, the will to touch the line, even if you fall on the way, is a win. Further, even the will to participate is a win. And if you don’t participate at all and do something else that also is winning. Why talk of defeats? It’s winning-winning all the way, in one form or the other; because to be alive itself is a win. The breath that you take now is your triumph, your trophy, a result of your body’s collective heave to help you keep carrying your journey, the crowned crest of the will to continue on its journey. This step you take now is a journey. Life is a winsome game in totality. Count all your missteps, follies, cloud-piercing cries, disasters, tragedies and pains. Add them. However high is the sum, it will still fall short of nullifying the big positive number—life, a soft smile. Life divine drawn and painted in its celestial contours. Life bound together with mystic strands and syncretic synergy. You all are winners I tell you.