The Return P2

You must lose in order to win. A simple finite concept that has eluded many and brushed the shoulders of some. How far must the loss be? What shall be incurred and endeared in the process and pursuit of victory? You must take the risk. Reward is not equal to the result. Loss is an apparition taking any form necessary to fuel the sorrow. She whispers in the night, reminding you of tragedy. She weighs upon the soul daily, without fail. The people you have lost, the things you bear witness to: The sadness that you call upon to keep you afloat. You can feel the shadows consuming eager and enticing, promising a sense of solace. She needs only your forgiveness, to give in. It beckons you without coercion. It welcomes you with open arms, a promise that you cannot accept.

What was cannot be undone. The dark trough can only last so long before it withers of hope. First hand, Ill say forever deep the loss, the greater potential of win. But how do we flourish.

I will show you how. You fool the mind. It is not to accept or negate a loss to fuel the resolve. You need not remembrance, simply fool the mind as the prefrontal cortex fools the body of pain, nerves, and dissonance. Fool the mind to play at your whim. You were always in the front seat.Play the fool that lies to you. No extension of life equals everything out. As sure as the sun will rise it sets.Keep something with you. For me it is a quarter.