Why Weep For a Winner -

They approached me in an inconspicuous way as quaint & confusing disillusionments do, saying, " Hello, you're the best - " I replied reluctantly, " Thats why I weep every night - " , crying like a captured secret, sorrowful like a caged cure for cruelty, they became silent as photographs missing sentiments, our dialogue was at an end, was my statement a joke, modesty, a travesty, nobody wins something of value by themselves, One cannot taste the terror of triumph individually, and risk is instinct to a Victor's jubilee, I mention these maxims as testaments, validations for the tears of all winners who have lost tremendously along the avenue named " Greatest " , there exist three inevitable enemies that attempt to impede the achievements of all great people, ironically, these serve as motivations not to rest, first, the lazy luxuries of life that stymie the strength of ambition and when absent, induce abject illusions of incredible iniquities which stifle Will, secondly, undisguised, unabashed competitors whom combat without care or compassion for others, devoid of devotions to fairness or decorum, thirdly, and sadly, loss of loyal friends, they once greeted you respectfully, then eventually cheerfully, dutifully deride you for exposing mediocrity, please don't dismiss this lesson of lonesome liberation via success as a proud 'pity parade', masquerading megalomania, or as being dreamily decietful, to be a faithful, or even phony follower, to be intentionally indolent or dastardly discouraging is so simple, so safe, Freedom is often distasteful - J.A.B.