When this something is drastically good, this difficulty is pleasant and innately satisfying.
For example, winning the 2nd place in an essay competition propelled my morale to never seen before heights. And while I seemed at ease basking in this supreme glory, the reality was quite contrasting.
Deep inside, I was yet to digest my victory, my mind struggling to grasp that which had just occurred.
Today however, smiling into the lens of the school camera, hardly needing my ever-loving favourite geography teacher to tell me to smile, it really sank in. Beaming, more than smiling, is what I was really upto, only the clips over my teeth preventing all my 32 from turning into a display unit along with the models of choppers, certificates, plaque and what-nots I was posing behind.
Several thoughts had flooded my mind until then. Mentally, I had owed the honour to my parents, teachers, siblings and friends. My mother, who made sure worming up on the couch with a book was my favourite pass-time while other kids were staring idle-minded at idiot boxes. It certainly paid off in the long run. My father gave me clarity of thought, something I rely greatly upon to write.
My good old geography teacher, affectionate and always encouraging my writing, as were (and still are) my english teachers. My two sisters, one taught how to put thoughts to paper and being level headed while thinking. The other taught me to be free, do as you feel, flow with your emotions. My friends, some who stand out, who enhanced my writing with their feedback, constructive comparisons and discussions.
Today's moment was however mine, wholly. And today, after a long time, the second place in a national level essay competition is a part of me, engraved deep into me. The victory is with me. The success finally feels like its mine.
The "win" feeling is here to stay.
And certainly, a hearty congratulation to the girl who bagged the first place, as well as the third place and the special prize.
Thank You to the Rotary Wing Society of India!