A fatal flaw

A flaw i am privy to

I realise that my father may not have let me win. Well, there is evidence that says I felt he always wanted his way. My brother said so too. It is little wonder that I did not wish to play with him. I learned today of how rats play- the big rat must let the little rat win at least 30% of the time else the little rat will stop initiating play. This is an incredible idea.

It tells me to not feel guilty if I do not wish to play with others. Dad has begun to relent, so I think I play slightly more with him. Mom too.

It also tells me to lose sometimes. It is imperative to do so, else nobody will play with me.

This is my flaw- I am prone to wanting victory each and every time. It is okay to lose. It is important to lose. In the case of my ex, I found myself sometimes wanting to outdo her in the break up. But I must lose. I must not be bitter with anybody.

I must be the big rat who loses, but does so while teaching the little rat some more moves.

I must be the little rat who loses and wins with enthusiasm. Always be cheerful.

Here at this point, I lost in terms of a college experience. I feel that. Who is the big rat? Life perhaps. Oh well. I am not too sure of this idea.

I am certain that I wish to lose to others once in a while, let them have their point, let them have their laugh, let them have their plans. I will not be stubborn.

In conclusion, keep a lookout for always wanting to win.