Descriptive Essay: The Loser

The Loser, Over the years, several words have lost their meaning, literally, terrific, honestly among the lot of them. But the ne I find most fascinating is the word “loser”. People who were taunted with the hideous words a few years before do not seem like losers anymore. On the contrary, they are our power houses. The ones who were called losers are the reasons why our transportation, commerce, communication, technology, even government are as phenomenal as we know it. The men and women who were then called losers are now known as talismanic, heroes. It is almost as if the word that was meant to be derogatory holds a magic spell for whomever that bears it. Just a few days ago, I too saw the word loser for all it was, until I was called one. As a histrionic person, I holed myself in my room

Subsequently, I stopped pacing and began to stare at the wall closest to me. I was torn between letting the song play and stopping it immediately. My finger lingered above the skip ahead icon and against my conscious mind; it did not immediately send it to the next 90’s alt-rock song. But I went against everything I thought and listened to the song, over and over and over again. Betwixt the nonsense lyrics, hoarse voice and disseminated beats, there was something that was endangered in today’s world, nuance. Furthermore, it was at that momentous juncture that I realized that a loser was not a victim of tragedy, conversely, loser is synonymous with iconic. I am a loser, therefore I am iconic. It was also at that same momentous juncture that I swaggered, almost proudly, to a mirror in the room across. That is my favorite mirror in the whole world; it makes me look taller and slimmer. And in that momentous juncture, I did not see the reflection of a loser. I saw the reflection of an icon, a