THE DIGNIFYING TRUTH
Recently, an enormous failure came crashing into my life. we lost in the annual AD CLASH, a big event of the advertising department that showcases every creativity of the graduating students. And with all the combined creative efforts of our team somehow we didn't quite get there. The victory was far off-hand that day. And its the most painful thing in the world.
Everyone in the group cried when the champion was announced, and as the leader of this pack i feel the most responsible for our lost. We sat in the crowd of people yelling for the champion. We never felt that insignificant. The most painful pain ever in my years in college. It was worse than failing your midterm or even dropping a subject cause you know you cant make it through. Pain was all we could feel that moment.
We accepted defeat in the most mature way, we stood up and got so proud of the winners, but behind our smiles and applauses are tears already draining down from our hearts. It was the first time in four years of our lives in college that we believed into something and never doubted it yet reality says otherwise. We're not conceited, we believed that our campaign is better and greater. But somehow, things did not fall on the place where we want it to be. We lost, a glorious lost.
After the competition, as we were consoling each other, enormous amount of sympathy poured in. Alumni came to us and congratulated us, for them we are the winners. We should have won. The amount of energy was immeasurable from the people who expected us to win and it became so overwhelming that our vulnerability became our strength. We believe in our campaign so there's no way we're gonna walk with our heads down. No way!
This is the DIGNIFYING TRUTH. We are the real winners. Winners who accepted defeat despite skepticism. We may have not received the honor and the label of being the champion but in our hearts we know we are. We were molded into great warriors by the loving hands of failure and by its hands again we will emerge as greater warriors. Stronger and smarter. We're blessed to have been defeated in the most senseless way, because the painful pinch makes our drive and passion more intense than ever. Our greatness shone upon the innocent minds of people and it made them believed that indeed we are great. I cried when we lost, but most of my tears fall because of the overwhelming feeling of having found the real glory of winning. Before I thought that the essence of winning is beating your toughest competition--- absurd and immature. But the real essence of winning is humbling yourself despite the greatness that you have, accepting defeat despite people telling you that you are the winner and most importantly real winners don't brag they are winners, their light as winners shines so bright that it burns people's eyes. And thats exactly what happened during that day. It was a glorious defeat, a defeat i will never forget and a defeat i will forever be proud. We are way more than the standards set that day and this defeat won't define who we are and what we can do.
Proudly, I say, our greatness shall prevail.
