*keep your cool, win or lose*
It's easier for a man to take defeat graciously than to remain humble in times of triumph.
We all have this competitive spirit. We fight to win. We give our all to achieve our goals. I mean, c'mon! I don't think anyone joins a race to finish last, right?
A competition always has a winner and a loser. As much as we want to win all the time, we sometimes fall on the losing team. Our best sometimes just isn't enough.
It's easy to sulk in the corner, cry and act like a baby and be bitter and try to convince ourselves that we should have won.
It's a tough call to stay there, celebrating without looking like an air head.
I am very much guilty of looking like a big jerk for a little piece of trophy or some kind of recognition.
Who's to blame? Winning just feels so damn good. Doesn't it?
