A few years ago, almost every movie and TV show made it a point to at least have a scene where somebody arched their thumb and index finger in a 90 degree angle, as they waved the same hand in front of their forehead. Man, it took me weeks to understand what the damn finger-shaped L meant. Eventually I figured it out, and now I understand why they had to show it so many times. Some morons, like me, need to see it enough before we can realize the L means there is a Lip in their Forehead!!! So the people receiving the L were either folks that talk too much or had a problem with drooling through their brain.
What? It is actually the L of looser? Hmmm… Now it makes more sense!
What I wonder then, is why don’t we see people using both their hands and shaping their fingers into a big W? Before I have to show the W a few hundred times (so that morons like me can understand what it means), let me explain that this is the W for WINNER. Everybody loves calling others a looser, but the opposite hardly happens. Heck, it doesn’t happen, period! They can melt (or get envious) at the mere sighting of a winner, but they won’t go into the trouble of making the W with their hands.
Granted, that if all of us were lifting both our arms every time a WINNER walks by, the pestilence could be overwhelming. There would not be enough deodorant to keep us from fainting. But what I truly believe is that even if we made it a point to wear toxic gas masks and show the W, said event would not happen that often. And that is because there are just too many loosers and almost no winners! Could this be true, or am I just being too pessimistic?
Unfortunately, I must be right. Because we live in an universe of extremes. Just think about this; if everybody was a winner, then there would be no winners at all! Or worst; if there were very little loosers, then everybody would want to be a looser and mock the winners. It is plain math! So the only reason for why we love winners and mock loosers, is because being a winner is ridiculously hard, while being a looser just too easy!
What if I don’t want to be a looser so that the Universe can find its balance in which a little amount of lucky bastards get to be winners while I rot being a looser? What can I do to succeed in life and get it my way? I have found the solution is to keep on loosing! Yes! You have to be a frigging looser if you want to succeed in life. Could I have gone nuts? “What do you mean I have to look for ways on how to fail so that I can succeed? This does not make any sense!” you must be arguing as you read.
Well you are right, in a way. I am not saying you should do moronic stuff that will undoubtedly result in failure, like jumping from a plane without a parachute or calling your wife ugly, although I would go with the first if only given the two options. What I am saying is that you will have to accept the fact that failure will come. And it will come many, many times before success!
Do you think successful people were born successful? Heck no! They must have all failed miserably a few times! But they kept on going! They kept on failing. They even learned how to like failing and looked at themselves for hours in front of the mirror as they arced their two fingers and angrily screamed at their reflection “You phocking looser! Get away from me, retarded, moronic fool! It’s like you were born to fail!”
Well, maybe not that harsh… The fact is there is just one little difference between those who remain loosers and the ones that miraculously become winners. Just one lousy difference! Now let us see... They are both loosers at some point on their lives. They both fail many times. And they both feel like there is no tomorrow. But those that become winners do the unexpected. They learn from their failures!
Going back to our parachute example, if the parachutist were to survive the fall and try it again without parachute, there is a good chance he/she would die a looser. The only way to succeed is to learn that he/she needs a parachute! Hopefully they will also learn how to open it before they get on the plane. With regards to our example on calling your wife ugly, it is better not to try it. I don’t think there will be chance for learning. Not while you are comatose, at least…
What is the moral of the story then? To welcome failing as the perfect school for becoming successful? Of course not! To get those that arc their L shaped fingers at us and put their hand in a blender. That will teach them not to do it next time! Scumbo’s!
