The wind whipping past your shoulders,
Your heart singing with pride
That widespread smirk of victory,
Taken with confident strides
To notice your opponent's next moves,
To creep into their every strategy
To know what their thinking and their every move,
To memorize all the analogies
To see the light leave their eyes,
To find the fire ignited in yours instead
To have that moment of egotism,
And stay wound up in your head
Most people state it's not the victories that matter,
But rather the adventure as a whole
But isn't it mostly the ups and downs in life that we mention,
And not the trophies that we stole
The game is the memory that will live with us forever,
But competition is part of the process
The tension and the excitement are all built up,
Because of those gains and losses
The overwhelming cheers,
The warm sounds of applause
If we didn't have competition,
No wins or losses or draws
We may choose to ignore the result at the end,
And look towards the benefits more
But what we'll forever remember are the glories of victories,
Like birds our spirits would soar.
~Via
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