What is defeat?
Does it stare you in the face?
Does it sneak up on you when you least expect it?
Does it last but a moment?
Does it linger?
I have known defeat.
I have known it as briefly as a passerby
and as long as a best friend.
How do you get rid of this feeling?
Finding your win.
Reveling in your triumphs.
Defeat isn’t permanent.
I’m sure we’ve all heard this before. Someone random or even an acquaintance asking what makes you, you. It may be any variation or form of the aforementioned question, but it holds the weight of your lifetime in it’s punctuation.
If someone were to ask you this question today, what would the answer look like? What would the events of your past, accumulating to the present, show?
Would they show a hard worker, striving for success? Maybe even showing some milestone(s) of achievement?
Would it show a family oriented series of memories, leading up to the creation of your own unit? Would you be surrounded by people who you love and are loved by in return?
What’s your story?
What does it look like?
The best part of this story, the one you are currently starting in, is it isn’t finished yet.