We have all suffered defeat.  We all know the socially terrifying aspects of losing when all the chips are on the line.  All of us have tasted the dirt and mud flung in our faces as we’re being bested by those faster, smarter, quicker, more crafty or talented.  Perhaps there are those of us who have tasted this acidic cocktail more frequent than most, but none of us has ever given up.  Why?  What purpose would it serve for a man or woman to go through life, losing time and again, defined by the feelings of remorse, depression and contempt?  Why do we fight on, especially if this life is all that a man is given and then the recycling?  If there is no other purpose than simply completed the prescribed range of time, for what then is this life meant?

Oh, you say purpose.  Please expound.  You mean I could have a specific and isolated meaning programmed or attached to my life that would make all the losing some how worth the agony?  Pray tell what purpose and where do I get one?  Oh the aliens gave you a purpose when they seeded the ooze with the pro-creation elements.  Or did that purpose arise as a small chimp becoming man taught to you by the older chimps who began to see a reason beyond the price of failure?  What then of the dinosaurs purpose, some scientist would probably say that their death was a necessary component of our success.  Then who determined that purpose in destruction?  If we are just accidents of an explosive universal components throughout this one cumulative now expansive cosmos, how is it even remotely likely that I would be accidentally assigned a purpose that surpassed the pain of failure?

I don’t mean to poo poo anybody’s ideas that construct their foundation, but is that all you got?  The only reason I continue on past and beyond each failure is because of hope that someday all the failures will add up to one giant success that will bring reason to my singular purpose.  Isn’t that why we look to AI for singularity, not because they will become simply “self-aware” but they will ascribe purpose to their lives and thus be defined as “living”.  What is a life without purpose?  Is it a life or just facsimile?  None of us likes failure, none of wants to be bested, overcome, outdone or lose the game, especially the game for which we have a love or desired outcome.  However, losing an attempt is not losing the game and in life the game is completing the process, living the life, finishing.  The end makes all the bad points good in some way.  Oh, you believe this is the end of your existence, well then you should have them throw you a party at your passing so that you can leave this life with a bang.  For those who find a life without purpose too simple to swallow, I give you the fact that you are fearfully and wonderfully made and known by God for a specific purpose, one which he assigned to you alone.  It makes all the losses somehow dim and make sense, because they lead up to a great big eternal win.  That I can I believe.  In Jesus Name