I can only imagine victory would sit different on everyone’s tastebuds.

Some find victory a necessity, it fills their half empty cup of ice cold water with self-worth. They down it to keep living, only to realize there are other ways to drink water: room temp, with one ice cube, maybe just out of the tap, and it might even be better.

I am only able to speak on behalf of myself. Victory tastes like Belgian waffles with 100% real Canadian syrup for breakfast, an authentic Italian hoagie from the local bodega for lunch, and the most moist piece of salmon placed on top of white rice and edamame, seasoned to perfection with spicy mayo and siracha. Complete and utter satisfaction. Does it always make me feel good? No. But my tastebuds burst with satisfaction the immediate moment the food touches them.

Victory is temporary, making the deliciousness of the food even more worth it.