Monday, April 9, 2007


I fought with him again last night, and I lost.

I lost my temper.

I got angry. Really angry. When I didn’t want to be.

I hate losing! I want to win too! (maybe not always, but just sometimes?)

So I retreated into bed feeling lousy. Feeling like a loser. Feeling terrible.

Nursing my wounds. Feeling sorry for myself. Until sleep knocked me out.

Does it matter who won and who lost in the fight? Not when I woke up, no it doesn’t matter now.

The sun continues to rise up from the east, the hours continue marching forwards, and life goes on. And I did manage to wake up to another day. What more can I ask?

Maybe it’s not about winning or losing.

Have we fought the good fight, and have we learnt when and how to let go?

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