A warrior accepts defeat. He does not treat it as a matter of indifference, nor does he attempt to transform it into a victory. The pain of defeat is bitter to him; he suffers at indifference and becomes desperate with loneliness. After all this has passed, he licks his wounds and begins everything anew. A warrior knows that war is made of many battles: he goes on

Paulo Coelho

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ps. Said goodbye to mum today before she was cremated, she looked beautiful, love you my angel, we will meet soon in my dream.