It could be nothing, it could be something.
I am not here to tell you that defeat is a part of life: we all realise that, and if you've read but a month of my ramblings you are aware that I tend to repeat that notion. Today, I am here to tell you that only the defeated know love, and through love we know ourselves. Because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles – and generally lose. I am here to tell you that there are people who have never been defeated, and that is far worse. They are the ones who never fought. They managed to avoid scars, humiliations, feelings of helplessness, as well as those moments when even the best of us doubt the existence of a greater power guiding our way. Yet as I was making final plans for my escape, there was something about the joy and pain of that moment, something about the excruciating contrast that made me feel like no matter what happens now, my journey has been worth it. What a ride. What a ride indeed.
