Had a dream last night that I was with the cool people and they were pleasant enough but then they just looked at me and stared, telling me to leave, they had something to discuss that didn't include me. So this morning I've been thinking about the nature of success and self-confidence. On that note, a lovely Emily Dickinson poem.
SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.
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