The Dumb Language of Defeat

This language is the simplest and most effective language of all, and I am beginning to understand it. This language is natures way of say, "Hey Marla! Listen up girl! There is a lesson to be learned and there is no other way to learn it than by me cry out to you and making you learning through failure!"

I am glad that I have encountered much defeat in my life! Because it has given me the courage to undertake tasks that I would never have begun had I been surrounded by protecting influences. Influences that I have always had in my childhood, and have in adulthood.

Defeat is a blessing in disguise!

Joaquin Miller is an American Poet of the 19th Century (died in the early part of the 20th Century). He expressed a notable thought in the following poem:

"All honor to him who shall win a prize."
The world has cried for a thousand years;
But to him who tries, and who fails, and dies,
I give great honor, and glory, and tears.

Give glory and honor and pitiful tears
To all who fail in their deeds sublime;
Their ghosts are many in the van of years,
They were born with Time, in advance of Time.
Oh, great is the hem who wins a name;
But greater many, and many a time, Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame
And lets God finish the thought sublime.

And great is the man with a sword undrawn,
And good is the man who refrains from wine;
But the man who fails and yet still fights on,
In, he is the twin-brother of mine.

There is no failure to a man or a woman who fights on.
A man or a woman never fails until he or she accepts temporary defeat as failure.