losing
ernest hemingway said that man is not made for defeat. that we are destroyed, but never defeated. it is a heroic view of our dismal spirits. a thought that i try to keep with me through all battles, but rarely live up to.
every day i walk the streets and wonder where my real battle is. i wonder what it was like for a man like hemingway who seemingly had his drive and mission beyond any rational bounds. where’s mine? how do i foster that fierce attitude?
but then i remember he shot himself in the face. is that not defeat?
you told me fortunes in american slang
