She’s learning the art of losing.
‘Winning is the only option’, she had been told. She had bought the myth. And ever since, all her energies were on winning. She’s been on a spree of competing, conquering, trying too hard, and never giving up control. It was a war with the world. Up till now, she’d never questioned it, but she’s finding this game exhausting. Whose goals, whose scripts has she been following?
Even as she wins in the ‘game’, she loses something in her. ‘I must always be better than..’, belies an inner torment she had refused to see. It was making her lonely and distanced from her essence. She no longer subscribes to this compelling, obsessive demand. She has the option to lose, to fail. Suddenly there is a choice in a place where that was none. It’s about choosing wisely, where we give our life source.
She does not have to be right all the time. And losing is not bad, it’s natural, one cannot win all the time. And one does not have to. Admitting to herself that she can lose brings so much relaxation to her body. She can just live and love.
Losing is the realm of the lover.
