Defiance to the mortal realm.

In this world of mediocrity and mortality, existence ceases as we turn into ash and the memories perish and fade, unless an act of exceptionalism that we commit, chooses to immortalise our sole intention, season's change and people forget in a generation or two, the flowers in the grave wither, unlike the grass that chose to grow beside, great men and their great act's are immortalized in the words of their eulogy, that lets them escape the mortal mediocrity, to be eternal, in a mere reminiscence and in a lineage that shares the same blood as them.

What makes a man great?

Money? Power? Or Knowledge?

These must assure someone a perpetual existence, the humans strive to achieve the three, Almost as if not escaping the mediocrity of mortality guarantees a miserable afterlife, if one exists, the fear of a miserable afterlife is what motivates most of the mortal realm, the fear of death and almost everyone fails to live.

And death is the ultimate end to everyone, great men aren't spared, are they?

We all deny the answer that we know, the entire idea of how one is supposed to "live" restricts one's willingness to live, there's nothing wrong in wanting to be great and to live forever, but losing the joy of life is an unfair barter- Deceptive.

Just like every other mortal being, I too grew up wanting to be one of the most unforgettable and greatest that my lineage had ever seen, the praise seemed to feed my ego, what I failed to see was what life could offer, life isn't always about victory is it?upon one's victory, someone is defeated, they're two sides of the same coin, the joy of victory isn't even long-lived, And losing was something unacceptable it wasn't even acknowledged as a part of learning, and this is how the world and society restrict our growth when defeat is very well expected on one end, why is it despised instead of being accepted? is it solely because the one who wins is always a great human? in the myths and the history, most of the defeated are far more morally human unlike the conquerors, who astonishingly are immortalised but as " monsters", who have caused a filthy immeasurable scar that would haunt others forever. And when I had my first defeat, everyone despised me except two, The two were grandparents who always were proud of every victory of mine and chose to accept even my biggest defeats, the two who never sought any expectation from me and chose to remember me until their last breath, I had not done anything remarkable in any of their lives, and it was just this minute that I learnt what made a man great. Acceptance of defeat, my grandpa hadn't remarkable victories and saw his fair share in defeats with a humble beginning, sometimes being despised by his own blood, yet he has become the greatest man that I would cherish, his existence I would like to rejoice and endure until my lifetime.