De-constructive Thinking

Often, it so happens that we come across people who know how to get their work done. They can make their way, like cockroaches- they can Survive. What we tend to do is, brand these very people: cunning, sleazy, too smart for our liking and much more. But what the truth really is, that, somewhere, deep inside our conceited minds, it so happens that we're deeply and terribly insecure about the fact that we're just not as good in the game of survival. And that's the hard truth. It’s not them that are the problem; the problem in fact, is us. We cannot survive, we are probably inwardly aware that we may soon be extinct or worst still, remain far behind, and, in our minds: mediocre. That bothers us, and in our inability to survive, we brand the swift-cheeky.

Maybe it’s our pride- we have too much of it and it wont allow us to "stoop" to that level: to that level of asking someone, of the new trend in modern society; NETWORKING. Or maybe... its just that our self esteem is so fragile and perhaps even low, that merely asking someone, or "using" someone as it may be, troubles us and affects our tiny pride. It’s not them. It’s just us.

Time and time again, we are consumed by thoughts of insecurity projected in our outward despise for the fittest. We know we need to be quick, we need to be swift and harder still, we need to learn a trick or two in the quest for survival, by these very swift. We know. And therefore we are consumed by our defeat. The tiger would not be the hunter if not for its awesome swiftness and ability to hunt and therefore: Survive. Early man couldn't have made it this far. Countries wouldn't have made it this far, and the Red Indians perhaps, wouldn't have lost.

Ever since time I have scorned the many I have come across, well equipped and skilled for survival. Inwardly, I am only insecure. I cannot be as crafty, considerably manipulative, and swift. I simply cannot. I am not that "fittest", I am cogitative. Sometimes passive. Lazy. I do not chase that "pot of gold". Perhaps I know, that somewhere, I will fall short...I will somewhere fall behind...or maybe...Just ,maybe, I don't want it that bad.

Possibilities. But truth remains, I'd rather sip on some cold coffee on one of the many laziest days of my life with Ess and go wow...It couldn't get any better than this!