Why is it so easy to write about death and despair and every crushing defeat in your life.
But the high points, the beautiful moments, always come off as trite and superficial.
Why is defeat more noble? Why does it teach us more valued lessons?
Surely we must learn from out triumphs, no matter how small, no matter how few.
There must be some kind of nobility in victory.
Life can't be all body shots, and broken bones.
The rain does stop. The sun does shine.
And everything that dies is reborn.
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