It takes all kinds to make the world.
With widened eyes, dropped jaws and a bewildered expression lending evidence to the difficulty faced by your consciousness to process “the kinds”, this is the only statement that can make you find sense within the unthinkable, improbable.
Money is not everything. Did our parents not teach that? Or have we very conveniently forgotten? Or is it the paycheck that comes in gives you the misplaced feeling of being indispensable, unique? Or is it a way to protect what you don’t deserve?
You come first, possessions next, people come last, if by some twisted form of “greatness” they do make to that list. Consideration, humility, honesty are not only over-rated, they are despised. Love, passion, joy, victory are all meaningful when you are the recipient.
And then you cry, when the others shun you. Have you ever thought of the ones you shunned?
You may not keep a tab, but someone does. Call it karma, call it dharma. Actions pay. Pretensions, hypocrisy, lies – they are not traits, they are the downfall. I could wait, agape and shake my head at the play, feel my values holding me back from crying out in anger. But not for long, because there is no such thing as the perfect act, the perfect lie. You do get caught and in the web woven of your own deceit.
I don’t cry with elation, nor with vindictive joy at your plight. I sympathize but cannot empathize, for I have been too smart to be my own nemesis. But you made yourself your own reason of destruction. I don’t gloat but I do sympathize for what I beheld, you suffer what you gifted yourself.
And your jealousy, your hatred didn’t kill me, didn’t hurt me, couldn’t even put the faintest scratch but I have everything that I ever needed, all that which you could never touch. But then you didn’t know, you and I were not at the same level to begin with.
I know what you think, people are ungrateful and life’s a bitch.
Life isn’t the bitch, dude. You wanna know who is, find the nearest mirror.