Lose and win

Victory is like that, winged because it is temporary, whereas defeat is serious and intense, like everything that sticks to the ground, like everyday things generally.

Probably the majority of people who give credit to the universe, who get up early and work, who are patient and quiet, who take their children to school and do not get into trouble, cannot count all the time they have lost, but they have a precise and defined awareness of how many times you have gained, because it is easier to count and retain in memory what is scarce. HE villamediana count (By the way, the so-called “winner” was a man who was always used to winning, but died very badly in an ambush in the heart of Madrid) He left us as the “lucky one”. close to rude” And he was absolutely right. There is something raw about victory that is radically opposed to the loser aesthetic, which is always so photogenic.

Alberto Núñez Feijoo He believes he is more beautiful since his failure in office and says this represents a political victory. Everyone encourages themselves as much as they can. After all, you never know what the outcome of your actions will be. From time to time he recommends a Chinese story that I think I once told. A man and his son were plowing their fields using the only horse they had. Suddenly the animal reared up and ran away. The boy said: “What bad luck, we won’t be able to plow the land anymore, there will be no harvest and we will be very poor!” But his father answered him very calmly: “From time to time.” A few days later the horse returned, accompanied by a wild mare. The son was very happy and said: “What good luck, now we will have two animals, and besides, they will be able to give us foals very soon!” But the father shouted again: “From time to time.” That same afternoon, the son tried to tame the mare, but the animal knocked him to the ground and broke his leg when he fell. “What bad luck. I won’t be able to do anything for months now. “We will be ruined!” he said very angrily. And again the father: “From time to time.” A week passed. One morning the king’s army came and gathered all the young people to take them to war. The boy in our story leg He was left alone because he was broken. “How lucky I am, dad, I survived the war!” His father looked at him with a certain disdain and said, as if repeating a lesson for a child to learn: “From time to time.” And as he said Borges“Time and fate are alike,” perhaps because they have a strange way of synchronizing.