I’ve been a little unhinged this week. Losing sucks. Period. Whoever says losing doesn’t suck is lying to you. Whoever says losing is okay is placating you. If someone says that a consolation prize is meaningful, they are gaslighting you. There is nothing virtuous about losing. The sting of losing is that you still exist after a loss, and you get to ruminate in your defeat.
If you lose, God forbid, you don’t die. You’re still alive. You are just alive and have taken an L. Now you get the luxury of thinking over and over about what happened, why it happened, how it happened, and what you could have done differently. Maybe you have to mull over the feeling of rejection that may come with a loss. Maybe you get real self-deprecating after a loss and have to suffer through that. Losing can be an unraveling experience.
I can be super competitive. I like to compete. Admittedly I’m not a top athlete or competitor, which to a certain degree is unfortunate and I could go down that rabbit trail here, but I won’t. Therefore, because I can’t perform at a high level on a field, I choose to perform at a high level in my life. I may not be able to out-sport you, but I will, depending on the context, out-militarize you, out-think you, be unafraid to take your life, out-aggressive you, and outperform you in the arena of life.
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