On the Loser's Side

Life is full of impressive people. People who possess tools of sleight, to inveigle you into their charming outlook. They proclaim their power, their win. They hail it. They feel nothing is wrong about it. Neither do you, at the moment, when you join them after being a spectator of their thriving win over the other side, the ones who are eventually abandoned over the thought that they would never cope up and fight back or even win. Those people did not appear impressive enough at the moment when you, decided to be on one of the sides. It was not much of a decision as it was more of a predisposition towards the winning side.

Why is it always the winners, the momentarily more impressive people, that the mob takes side of? Why are the losers left alone by the spectators and even their own people, to just dream of eating the fruits of cornucopia? A Loser has no companion. All he has is a stiffened ego, not willing to amend, only at first.

It takes courage to back a loser, to give him a shoulder and a hand, but it is where you really understand the other side, the winning side. You should take the solitude, the loneliness as an opportunity to talk to yourself. The winner will never get this chance. The mob will surround him, bathe him with deafening adoration that would muffle his inner voice for long. The Loser will hear what the heart has to say, in the loneliness. He will see what it takes. He will change himself and his friend towards good.

From change come wonders.