The Birth Of A Loser And The Power Of Choice

No one wakes up one day and says to themselves,

“I want to become a loser”.

It never happens like this, because you and I aren’t wired this way.

But when a person begins to make seemingly insignificant compromises,

  • Integrity
  • Ethics
  • Morals
  • Values

Eventually compromise metastasizes into a vampiress cancer, sucking the life out of life as it consumes its host, until she gives birth to a loser.

The greatest power you and I possess is our ability to make choices.

If you think that the choices you make have no importance or value,

Consider the birth of a loser as a sober warning that the choices you make today, will determine the outcome of your life in the future.

Greatness begins by changing the way you think, by the choices you make.

Having the right perspective going through life is as much a choice as thinking optimistically is.


At the end of the day what makes or breaks you isn’t what happens outside of you, but how you’ve chosen to think in response. BLM

The battle and war is within our minds, over the way we’ve chosen or choose to think.

For example;

A person who tries drugs maybe one or two times, they don’t go into it, saying, “I want to become a drug addict”.

Do they? NO

Or does the person who uses drugs recreationally, do it with the intention of ever becoming a drug addict?


But because of how they’ve chosen to think in response, is the driving force for why some people become drug addicts and others don’t.

This is the same for just about, if not all addictions.

There’s outside forces and then there are internal forces and not all of them are the same,

Because some by nature are destructive.

Consider how destructive toxic people are, not just by their actions, but how they think within their mind.

They have a different construct in how they think. It’s like acid, nothing good can ever survive in it.

Consider the person who suffers from depression, and how the destructive force of their thinking drives them mad.

While some go as far as taking there own life.

It’s not good thinking,

But they’ve trapped themselves within their mind by their own thoughts,

Mainly because of how they’ve chosen to think in response to external forces.

All these things don’t just happen to us,

But overtake us at a point in time when and because we’ve made enough seemingly insignificant compromises that eventually have weakened our defenses,

We’ve now become mentally weak and toxic destructive thinking takes over as it makes it’s home within our head.

Until all we can do is surrender because the power of destructive thought has consumed us, giving birth to our death.

Final thoughts,

None of us are victims to our experiences, as if those experiences have some kind of magical power over us.

Because they don’t and can’t.

Experiences aren’t living and breathing as you or I,

And therefore have no power over us.


Within your own mind you’ve choose to give it power by breathing life into it by your words

But even then it’s limited in power because you’re the one who’s always and ultimately in control,

You just might not realize it yet!

We always have the power of choice to change it and therefore change the outcome, once we’ve changed our mind.

You have the power to fight back when you change the way you think.

All you need to do is,

Change the way you think, change your world.

Just think about it,
Bradford Lee Mace

By Bradford Lee Mace

Dad, Health & Fitness Enthusiast, Writer, Poet & Entrepreneur

One day a poem formed in my mind, it happened as a result of an experience I was going though. So I wrote it down and haven’t stopped writing since.

I’m not skilled in grammar and punctuation or even spelling, but I do have a gift for translating my feelings, thoughts and emotions into words, that people can relate to.

My motivation for writing comes from a deeply rooted desire I have to encourage and motivate people.

I know the loneliness, that darkness that leads a person to contemplating suicide, that was once me. I had no one that understood the pain, agony and darkness I was going through.

And that is why I write and share publicly, in hope that I might encourage another human soul needing desperately to hear, “There’s hope, you’re not alone in your struggle”.

I haven’t figured out everything, but what I have figured out I write about, and sometimes I bleed words turning them into poetry.