For the Wrong Reasons

 At times, we tend to pursue things, not necessarily because we believe in the cause, rather, the bag of pride sits so heavily upon our heads and the cape of entitlement wraps so tightly around our blinded wants, that we chase what we know deep down in our hearts does not belong to us. In our quest to prove to those who we think we must please, we step onto an invisible battlefield, and we are ready to crush anyone or anything that we deem as an enemy or an opponent, standing in our path of the insatiable hunt for power. 

We practice deforestation of the most treacherous kind, using our malice to uproot what stands in our way, becoming vile in our thoughts and our actions. We become blood thirsty hounds who bite through bones and spit out caucuses along the way. "It's mine, I deserve it," is what we tell ourselves at night, to comfort our tainted egos and to bring forth self- comfort, we search for all the reasons in the world why it should be "mine".

There's a certain irony of life, though, one that taps your shoulder, stares you in the eye and laughs. Just like the man with the buttery fingers, you find it increasingly unbearable day by day, to uphold the mask that helped you win. So, you walk around without aim because the truth pokes you painfully in your sides and exposes you for you. Then, two things might happen; the first is that you become more bitter and trample others more to cling to your power or the second is that you relinquish. We do know, however, that when it comes to human nature, few practice the latter because the ego has spoken a narrative and there is no other voice we listen to.

Hence, may you take this food for thought and digest it. What you force to conquer without an ounce of genuine desire will inevitably slip through your fingers. Life will not permit you to maintain the facade forever because life peeks through the blinds and sees the "real" you, the dishonorable you, the one who conquers for the wrong reasons. 

Face yourself inward then, and give life a great gift, the gift of honesty and accountability, as you whisper, "well, maybe, this really isn't for me". Should you dare?