It is important because a narrative is supposed to tell you about all the important parts of a story so without the key events it wouldn't be a complete narrative.
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To me, this statement is kind of a mixture between the realization that you can't and you're not going to win every time you play anything, and your character has to rise above that. We're all going to face failures, whether they be minor or major, sports related or not, but we all have to experience it sooner or later. There's no avoiding it. I think we each have to realize though, that it's not completely the failure itself that is responsible for our actions, but how we respond and cope to the defeat. We can choose to reflect on it for as long as we feel is needed, but we can take past failures and loses, and use them as motivations and teaching moments so that we may have future successes.
It was a dark and shadowy night, nothing could be seen for miles ahead. Everything was plain; there were no trees and no houses nearby. The place was entirely deserted. Where had this wandering fellow gone to so late at night? Even he did not know the answer. Perhaps, everything was a sort of limbo, he had died and gone to nowhere.
However, something was off. This place of nowhere had an elegance to it. It was a place of night and a place where shadows roamed in peace. It was majestic, it was a place where ghost haunted and the dead were were at peace with themselves. Buried underneath the ground were bones, he knew that due to the fact that a voice in his head had told him and he was warned not to disturb their peace. This place where he was at had no tombsstones to remember the dead. There were no plants, not weeds growing from the ground, not even tumbleweeds passing by. This place was absolutely void. Where was he? He did not know. But, one thing was certain and that was that he lived.
“Where am I?” He would ask himself. He would pace around the endless acres of nothingness that was filled with shadows and ghosts until he saw a green light. He tried to run after the green light but the more he ran the farther it seemed. Until, he just gave up. Then, he looked around and it seemed to him that he was still in the same place as before, nothing has changed. When he got tired of standing he sat down and cried. “Where am I?” he cried. Yet, there was no one to console him. There was no God nor man or woman, or even animal to be by his side. He was all alone in a secluded place that seemed to have no end. He thought that maybe perhaps it was a haunted place that whoever enters can never go back to their original life. This thought made him feel the temptation to dig a grave for himself, and he did, with his bare hands. When he finished he laid in it and waited and once he found his flesh no longer chubby but instead sucked to the bone he took the pile of dirt that he withdrew from the ground to dig the grave and he… still in the grave began shoving the dirt within the hole he made and he submerged himself within the dirt and due to suffocation, he died.
I would think D and B!
Hope that helps a little
True? Like when you abbreviate in a text.
