As I sat in my room, watching a character proclaim his might, a thought came to me after witnessing his demise.
The warrior spouted that he was the best of the best
Yet there he lies, covered by blood and claimed by death.
I think for him, his world was composed of only the arena
And thought of himself as an infallible conquerer.
Trapped in a cage, he faced only what his small existence had to offer and forgot to learn a valuable lesson.
You're only as good as the adversity you can defeat
And the value of victory depends on the measure of the opponent that you beat.
Its more satisfying to climb a mountain and see the view from its pinnacle than to climb a hill among the others of its kind
Because there's rarely any greatness found in an already paved path.
Author's note: this is less of a poem and more of a random thought coming from one of my musings... 😅
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