Victory always tasted better... Yet Loss always motivated me
I sat before the board, counting the seconds as they passed. Was this stress? Was this disappointment? No, I was relieved to see that the game was over. I couldn't think of anything as I let the match sink in.
How had I done it? How did I get the checkmate?
I couldn't think, after all, it was my first victory ever. I sat there for awhile. Why did I feel nothing at all? The taste of victory was nice, but it was always short-lived, fleeting, evanescent...
I thought back to all my losses and remembered the push I had, the need to improve, what supported that need? What was it that made me motivated?
I realized, then and there, that though victory always tasted better, it was loss that always motivated me to improve...
A journal entry dated back to september 2007. I wonder to myself if I still think this way. ^_________^ what are your opinions?