Ever seen two strikingly disparate yet strong images of victory and defeat, each so magnificent, you can’t tell which side your heart bends?
Why is it that a story of the protagonist receive less adulation than the spineless antagonist? Why is it that the tortuous struggle of a hero seem uninspiring as compared to the calculated manipulations of the spirit and ego?
Appreciation of a defeat becomes easier than appreciation of a victory. A loss seems grand, relate-able. A victory seems unbelievable, ordinary or not. An image of man that reaches excellence is from another world, unachievable. But a fall-back is an every-day occurrence. 😐
I sometimes wonder why is it that you are taught to follow your dreams in theory, but in reality, they are only questioned. Your own faith starts to dwindle. My worry is: are we listening to the right people; are we questioning our own dreams by simply letting THEM question at all?
The answers to all are not always here, but the mere existence of questions is an indication that a change has begun.
I have begun to change, or maybe begun to even cause one. My admiration of a hero, or the acceptance of a nobody’s failure will decide my actions.
I have made my choice – a triumphant hymn, not a requiem. Have you made yours?