The world is a throng. Chances are always high that you get lost in this labyrinth of human sea to never find yourself again. To keep yourself from drowning in the abysmal moat of oblivion, you need to trudge along the path that is rife with thorns. Nobody cares whether your feet are caked with blood or your lungs are deplete of breath, the world is only interested in whether you are a winner!
If you happen to be a mutilated soul by the incessant invasions of worldly challenges, you will hardly find any balmy palm that will hold the puddle of tears from your eyes. The world will celebrate the wounds of the winner and leave the gash of the looser to only ooze.
In such a world, being anybody less that a winner seems a crime! To achieve is everything; to strive is nothing. The world seldom agrees that you need volumes of fortitude to blanket yourself with an aphotic reality of defeat amid the blinding aura of victory.
But then who said that the world is always right?
World is besotted with victories but it forgets that it is the defeats that have changes the very destiny of the world. Because someday, somebody had shown the courage to get defeated, that is why today we have the luxury of wings in the air; because someday, somebody had dared to lose, that is why we have stars twinkling on the earth even in the wee hours of the night; and because someday, somebody discouraged the word defeat, that is why today we have our voice waves travelling across the oceans and continents.
So, as a state, defeat in itself is not ignominious. It is fault of the eyes of the world that fails to see the sprouts of success smeared in the ash of defeat.