Sometimes I think we are all winners, all the time. If we win, we do so by our fortune and effort. All is winning — we just need to understand the meaning in an apparent loss.
Sometimes we lose, sometimes we don’t.
These are two sides of the same coin, which are in reality the same thing.
It really depends on the person, how he or she responds to either of the two scenarios. At the end of day, we have to leave both winnings and losses on the same table, and leave this world empty-handed.
Then, why is there such ado about who, or what, wins? Why do we mourn the losses?
After all, someone’s loss is someone else’s gain. Why can’t we just be happy, for our loss is another’s gain?
Giving thought to this subject raised the following questions:

Why lose sleep if we lose?
Why are we so sad about these losses?
Why are we so happy about winning?
Why must we show off our winnings?
Why must we boast about them?
Why do we always try to one-up on friends, family and competition?

The only answers I get regarding all the above questions lie in more questions:
How we define the race we want to live in?
How do we define the benefits that others and I reap of the winning?