The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.

Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground and rots, never finding appreciation in the taste of mouths.

Rather blessings, after counting my misfortunes, I realized how the more blessed I am.

We win some, we lose some, but there is always some.

Sometimes the wind will take you, or sometimes the wind will carry you.