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.

A beautiful world with ugly people; an ugly world with beautiful people. We can never win.

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