Winning At Life Novels & Stories

That’s the right pace. Calculate your deeds time and fit in your life. Do not shorten then life. Enlighten yourself with universe as for your might. Your success will be chief. Your attempts will achieve. Praise! Praise! Praise! From me. Your subconscious in space. Amen. For that day. Fair is the life’s play. If you fight, you win. If you leave, you fail. If you beg, you fail. Build up the human race, but first build up you. You stand tall. Is food for you! Your work is also a food for you! Attempt on life. Attempt using life. Attempting is main. Attempting is chief. You will win. You were born to win. Above any human place. Above any human race.

"That's quite a deep perspective on life. Are you saying you see it as a game with a predetermined end?" She nodded, "Exactly. Life is like a complex game with its own set of rules and uncertainties. Some win, some lose, but in the end, we all face the same outcome." I leaned against the railings, contemplating her words. "So, how do you navigate this 'game' then? Any strategies?" She chuckled, "Survival is key. Adaptability, resilience, and a touch of unpredictability. Those are my strategies. What about you? How do you play this game?"

"Babe ehn. Why can't you just follow Adam's principle? In life, we win some, we lose some." "My words. Why are bringing that into your conversation?" Adam said, drawing our attention to him. "Ogbeni, calm down, we can't even tap from your philosophy again?" "Don't even mind him. Winsome, lose some and he'd never allowed me to outrun him. He's always hell-bent on winning our races. Rubbish." Sophia said with a snort, earning a chuckle from Adam. "So, you're saying I should intentionally let you win?"

Everything we'd needed. --- At work, I was respected. Valued. Successful. Eight wins. Perfect record. Sustainable hours. Partner. Expert. Proof. I'd changed the system. Opened doors. Shown it was possible. Work-life balance. Presence and success. Both. Not just for me. For everyone after me. That felt good. Important. Meaningful. --- In my personal life, I'd found peace. Single mother. Not by choice. But by necessity. And it was okay. More than okay.

"Not giving up, but not attacking either. Then, what should I do, Elisha?" Elisha shrugged her shoulders momentarily. "Alex, I don't know if you've ever heard of this term, but this is one of the things I've learned in my ten years living away from home.." "Tell me." She smiled, making her green eyes even more alluring. "We can lose to win." ***

"Like what?" "Remember what you wanted." Ann thought for a moment. "There was a leadership program I wanted to apply for." Sarah's eyes lit up. "See?" "It was years ago." "Programs still exist." "I have a child." "You have a child, not a prison sentence." Ann laughed despite herself. Sarah smiled. "You can be a mother and still have dreams." Ann touched her stomach. "I want my children to be proud of me." "They will be only if you let them." Sarah said.

He chuckled pulling back. " Thanks, Dad. I'm glad you're proud." She chuckled. She felt elated as if it was the best moment in her life. When you achieve something in life, big or small, no matter how trivial, no matter how long it took, you would always feel happy and contented irrespective of the number of times you've lost or won. You might have achieved so many things, but every new win would be novel and exhilarating. Every new achievement would drive you more to the next one because at the end of the day, an achievement is an achievement irrespective of what people define an achievement to be.

And sadly, his name isn't Gooney. I freeze, not moving my position, my phone poised with both my hands hovering above the table. Like I'm in the animal kingdom, I play dumb so not to alert any of the testosterone-throwing men that I'm still here. It seems like the safest course of action. The only part of my body that changes is my heart trying to beat out of my chest and my thumb as I scroll across my phone screen. No one notices either of those things. "See, Gambo, that's where you still don't get it. Winning is all about what you consider the prize, and I plan to walk out with mine."

"Are any winning?" "Define winning." Death responds. "If winning is surviving, some are. If winning is escaping manipulation, none are. If winning is being happy, a few are. If winning is being Aurora without consequence, zero are. Winning depends on definition. And definition depends on perspective. And perspective depends on choice. And choice leads back to consequence. And consequence leads back to doom. Cycle upon cycle upon cycle."

I almost admired it. “Listen,” I said, stepping back slightly, spreading my arms like a generous god. “You and I… we’re the same age. Both billionaires. Both men of influence. But you…” I jabbed a finger toward him, “You’re nothing compared to me. You don’t have the stomach for this. You play fair sometimes. That’s cute. But fair doesn’t win wars.” “You aren’t going to win any…” “I don’t think, Oscar. I know I’ve won.”