Winners often suffer from the delusion that they’ll be winners forever. They imagine that victory is their birthright, that they’ll effortlessly succeed at everything they try.
Eventually, though, reality catches up with them. Child stars grow up to be angry alcoholics. Captains of industry lose their fortunes. Rock stars overdose. Handsome dudes go bald and get dumped by their wives. Starlets age badly. Comedians lose their senses of humor. Footballers get bad knees.
So why do we ascribe so much power to those who happen to be winning at this very moment? That’s just what losers do, I guess.
I was a winner too, lucky in love, working amongst friends, a gentleman of leisure.
Now I’m just a sad, single guy with an awkward paunch, a freezing bed and half a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red Label.
Thus fell Lord Perth, and the earth did shake with that thunder.