Seconds ticked as the game drew to an end. The crowd can't sit still as the ball went soaring in the air - only to miss the hoop by a mere few millimeters. The crowd went wild. Half of them were cheering, half of them not. The mighty Blue Eagles lost to the Raging Red Warriors.
But then again, as I was watched the Eagles play in the game, I can't help but admire their determination to win down to the last second. Unfortunately though, it didn't go well for them (blame it all to the warriors... haha... just kidding!).
After a few minutes of battling with my mind, I realized one thing: it's not all about winning. We lost. So what? They won. Again, so what? Who cares? I don't.
Okay, so I do care. The name of our school is on the line, but then again, it doesn't really matter. As long as they gave their best, it's the greatest thing they could've done for the school. Besides, they were the ones playing. We were mere spectators. We don't even have the right to complain. So why sulk? Only losers sulk, and we're certainly not losers. We lost the fight but we certainly won the battle. It's good enough to keep us going. :)
Win or lose, it's the school we choose.
when a warrior hunts for an eagle,
he always leaves it wounded.
left across a pile of dirt
lying in the middle of the thick forest
struggling for every bit of life it can grasp
but as time heals the wound bestowed upon it,
it grows stronger than before.
and it'll rise once again
to claim its rightful place
way above the mountains
and as it soars mightily up in the sky,
it greets the world with a battle cry -
the warrior will be left hiding in its shadow;
waiting for another chance
to wound this mighty creature -
only to realize it has flewn up
too high for him to reach.
