Glory is the Clown
The clown—face painted in exaggerated glee or despair, a tumble of colors, a honking nose, trousers two sizes too large—staggers into the ring with a wobble and a wink. We laugh, not because the clown is foolish, but because it dares to be. It stumbles so we don't have to. Beneath the slapstick, the pratfalls, and the painted-on smile is a deeply human archetype: the fool who tells the truth, the outsider who sees clearly, the one who gets back up every single time. That’s triumph. That’s us. Our persistence despite being misunderstood. Our humor in the face of pain. Our refusal to take the world too seriously, even when it hurts. The clown is a metaphor for creative survival. Much like you, you're painting your own face boldly and stepping into the ring.