He won,
but he hadn't known that he won—
that was the point of turmoil in him.
To convince him that he won
was the greatest difficulty.
Every win propelled him to win more,
and more,
and furthermore—
a perpetual dissatisfaction
that worried him
till he won more.
Such is the life of a winner.
Does it mean losing is better?
No. Never.
A compromise between the win and the loss,
a position of advantage,
a line that derives
from an incontrovertible wisdom—
that line.
A point in life
is sometimes more important than a line!
To find the line,
to walk along,
is a journey.
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