Winning is not achieved through driving yourself to burnout through endless and reckless grinding, but you need to take regular breaks to take care of your mind, body, and social connections. Only this way you can perform at your best level year after year. After all, life is not a sprint but rather a marathon, which requires you to keep a balanced pace to make it through the whole journey. You can find the lyrics below – inspired by the classic song by ABBA.

Song: The Chiller Takes It All

Lyrics: The Chiller Takes It All

Yeah…
They said “The winner takes it all,”
but that ain’t the truth we live by.
’Cause the ones who win today
are the ones who chill enough to stay sharp.
Balance is the new flex.
Microvacays for the victory.

Let’s go.

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I used to hustle nonstop, thought grind made kings—
till burnout hit me harder than a heartbreak stings.
Clock kept ticking, dreams felt distant,
pressure piling up like it’s all so instant.

But I learned quick:
ain’t no glory in exhaustion, homie, that’s a trap.
You can chase every trophy and still collapse.
The grind ain’t golden if your mind ain’t right,
you need breaks in the daylight, peace in the night.

See, ABBA said winners take it all—
but even champions gotta pause before they fall.
You think victory comes from the grind alone?
Nah, the real power grows in moments you own.

Small joys, small breaths, five-minute resets,
tiny microvacays like secret assets.
I ain’t hiding from the world, I’m mastering the flow—
you can’t win the match if you never let go.

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Balance is the backbone, rest is the crown.
You rise higher when you know when to sit down.
Every powerhouse takes breaks on the low—
that’s how champions glow.

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’Cause the chiller takes it all,
not the one who breaks and falls.
The calm heart, the steady stride,
that’s the power you can’t hide.

Yeah, the chiller takes it all,
micro-moments standing tall.
A little pause, a breath so small—
that’s how legends never stall.

The chiller takes it all,
keeps the mind sharp through it all.
Not the rush, not the reckless call—
it’s balance that makes you stand tall.

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I saw people flex working eighty-hour weeks,
but inside they crumbling, fragile at their peaks.
What good’s the grind when your soul’s on empty?
Time’s your currency—spend it gently.

Winners ain’t the ones who sprint till they drop,
they the ones who know when to breathe, when to stop.
Even marathon runners pace their speed—
why don’t we treat calm like a need, not a plead?

’Cause microvacays ain’t weakness—they strategy,
little luxuries that fight mental tragedy.
A warm drink, a quiet walk, a sunset view—
tiny shots of meaning that real ones pursue.

ABBA vibes echo: “the loser’s standing small”—
but losers today are the ones who give no rest at all.
’Cause victory ain’t about endless strain—
it’s keeping joy alive deep inside your brain.

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You can’t level up when you run on fumes,
you gotta take space to make mental room.
The real champs choose renewal over rage—
that’s how they last through every stage.

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’Cause the chiller takes it all,
not the one who breaks and falls.
With a heart that’s calm and clear,
they rise higher every year.

Yeah, the chiller takes the prize,
’cause they rest and they’re wise.
A quiet pause, a mindful call—
that’s how giants never fall.

The chiller takes it all,
wins the gold while staying whole.
They ain’t frantic, they ain’t small—
they stay balanced through it all.

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Sometimes you think
pushing nonstop makes you strong—
but strength is knowing
when to step back all along.

You don’t need a villa,
you don’t need a plane,
just a breath, a moment,
to reset your brain.

Let the world spin,
you don’t need to chase—
find power in stillness,
find peace in place.

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’Cause the chiller takes it all,
stands the tallest of them all.
Not the rush, not the frantic crawl—
but the soul that never falls.

Yeah, the chiller takes it all,
with the micro joys they install.
Breaks so small, they still enthrall—
that’s how winners stand tall.

The chiller takes it all…
not the one who breaks and falls—
but the one who breathes,
the one who lets joy call.

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Pause to rise.
Rest to win.
Chill to conquer.

’Cause the chiller…
takes it all.
’Cause the chiller…
takes it all.
’Cause the chiller…
takes it all.