Gold

In a sports match there is only one gold. Second place isn't lesser gold or smaller gold, it is silver.

From the glorious garnish to a lacklustre lacquer, a huge difference in recognition.

The bronze is out of comparison because the bronze is a victor too. He trumps fourth place who leave with nothing. A silver can't be compared with a bronze, it's stage is with the gold. In a way, the earth coloured bronze is a reward in its own.

When both the finalist fought to their death, and put in their best efforts, everything else would be left to 'fate' and 'form'. Fate would determine the lucky shots and 'coincidental' judgments. Form would determine the amount of amateur error one professional would make.


To the silver medalist a close call would highlight all his mistakes to gold. Whilst to a gold medalist the same match would highlight all the lucky shots he has made, mistakes don't matter anymore. Winning gold isn't a mistake. He is the victor, and he is thankful of all the fluke.

One would reflect, regret and be in remorse only when he knows he didn't get what he want. (I have noticed how much you want it, it is reflected in the choice of the shirt you were wearing) You have crowned yourself in gold, perhaps to tell yourself you are worth that......

We all have our reason for fighting. Some stronger than others. Perhaps fear and burden are insanely strong motivators.