Sometimes, we don't know that we are ready until someone tells us we are

The winner has a different memory and the loser has a different memory of the same event. Where then is the question of a shared memory? What is history? Where is the notion of a We? Unless, the victory has the grace to accept the loser into his moment of glory or the loser has the grace to accede the winner his moment of glory ?

No one is a failure until that is the only definition of themselves that they are willing to see within.

You can demand that I accept who you are, You cannot demand that I should like you too.

And, when i peel away, I find my superficial layers run deep, and the deep layers are just superficial layers in disguise. And, when i seek depth, all I can find is a gaping hole, a certain hollowness, cleverly painted by my superficial selves to appear important. And, my ego sneers at this feeble attempt at self honesty.

Be very very very gentle with yourself. The world is very very very hard on you