Decorative Defeat

Accustomed to success, one day I was painfully stung by her thorns. And even though they were fake, like everything she put on herself, the deafening pain burned from the inside, and I regarded my failure as fatal. It took me a while to realise something crucial — what I thought was a defeat turned out to be a victory. A victory so valuable, that it refreshed my view of things. In the end, she was more hurt by herself than I was.