Shyshark and everyone else:
Fantastic poem, with a great attitude and much wisdom in it. Going to re-read many times for myself.
I also like the discussion after the poem. I had a similar thought this past week (it was a new thought to me), thought I'd share it:
It's not how I fight in the battles I choose that determines what kind of warrior I am; how I fight in the battles I didn't choose, in the ones forced on me, likely proves far more.
I don't mean it to sound so stark: I'm not talking about "winning" those battles as proof of anything (Shyshark: I like what you say above about "winning in spades" - I've been there too). In fact, my various attitudes about "winning" (getting overcocky, taking misplaced credit for good luck or the support of others, assuming it will be "all good" from a given point going forward, lacking compassion for others still in the thick of nasty battles, etc.) may prove that I am no winner at all.
Sometimes, maybe, appearing to lose (to others, for instance) because I'm digging down deeper or, sometimes, simply not giving up - despite even sometimes wanting desparately to do so - or despite//because of just how overwhelming and confusing this can all be - theese things can all be winning too. In these battles, perhaps, there are no superficial wounds, but I do need to be wary of superficial attitudes or perspectives. whether my own and someone else's.
In any case, the poem and subsequent discussion were very rewarding reading for me today, which I really appreciate. I'm not much of a commenter, but felt compelled to join in this time.
Thanks for starting it off with a truly deep and all around excellent poem, Shyshark.
I even got a good laugh out of your DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN comment.
I always tried one thing:
To make what happened to me not matter at all.
Turns out, it was supposed to matter.