Murdock Memories- Ribbons of Fate

After a gap well taken to think over and over again to get his first written entry into his blog, Murdock finally pens the one thing which everybody in the known world cares about. No he’d not talking about the always talked about topics such as love and care nor is he talking about the always wanted commodity or necessity that is money. He’s talking about want every human being lives for, strives for, yearns for, and earns for. Guess again. No not family either. It’s called the Success of Recognition.

“Into the day’s darkest hour we fought,
for during the brightest we strived naught,
over and over we turn into men we hate,
to only cross the infinite Ribbons of Fate.”
-Sir Winston Churchill (attributed)

…..or is it? Who deemed it attributed to the greatest war hero for the Empire? Did he quote these? Nay, it was a kid who entered through the Gates of Maturity of the Eternal Mind. It was Murdock. But why did he knowingly attribute them to his favorite politician? The answer is, The Ribbons of Fate. A man, a great man, who has cross thousands of hurdles, a man whose words people will follow and agree. He was not some teenager who is just in college. He was not someone whose voice is mute though he’s screaming at the top of it to be heard. He was someone who had crossed hurdles upon hurdles, crushed his troubles, routed his opposing daemons but most important of all, he had crossed The Ribbon of Fate.

History has always existed in my opinion, a reminded. A brutal reminder to every human being who walks the face of earth that it was winners who wrote history, demeaning and discrediting the ones who didn’t make it past the finish line. Nobody is going to give you a second look if they knew that you are a nobody. One’s potential has no respect unless they turn into actions, kinetically applaud able one at that too. To even be considered worthy of a second look one must be a winner. Who ever said that winning doesn't matter must have been a loser in some aspect that they want to be successful in. Crossing it once and the euphoria of a first timer is well to watch, but the ego surmounted upon them is the curse of victory, a curse far greater than another's evil green eye.

But then of course there are the lame foxes and the blind cats but that is for another day.