silver medal

During the Olympics game season i came upon a savagely true saying, that off all 3 medal winners the 1 with the silver medal is the most unlucky. Because for 1, the gold medal winner would of course be happy as naughty kid receiving gifts from santa, while the bronze medalist would be silently thanking all the gods he knows, although he is an atheist, because he had somehow managed to obtain a medal at the least. But what about our silver medalist? He, has to suffer the most cruel faith of all: the if only syndrome. Where upon the symptoms are relentlessly thinking if only i had trained better, if only i had born taller, if only i had ran faster, if only i had followed my coach's advice, if only..and the list goes on. tragic isn't it?

I would not want to be the silver medalist, Olympic or not. Because i am a coward. I would not have the courage to stand up and accept my defeat and say yes i screwed this up. rather you would most probably see me in a corner bawling my heart out, while my mind makes a list of if only's. yes i am a queen of if only's. but if only's are just that, if only. no matter what i do, there can be no amendment made. and something's in life are better left that way. raw. untouched. pure.

No spilled milk will get back into the cup by thinking about all the extra precautions that could be done. The only way to get over it, is to wipe it clean and start anew. But, how many times will one have the strength to look at the spilled milk, and say "It's okay, lets pour another cup" Especially when you see while others are already making coffee with theirs your still struggling to get the milk to stay in the cup.

The lesson: Life is a cruel teacher. Live with it