someone once told me, to get ahead of the game, you need to fight your way through. and sometimes, it is not just to merely get ahead of the game. sometimes, it is a question of staying in the game. the world, they tell me, belongs to those who fight for it.
history, is written by champions. survival of the fittest. the english language – oh, take any language in any culture for that matter – world language is filled these kind of sayings. and when you dip our fingers into the business world, you find a bunch of tie choked monkeys strangling each other for a market advantage. the industry has no place for wimps.
and i armor up for war. i don’t want the sword but it is shoved into my hands. it feels heavy and cold. the rust bites into my skin and flakes of dried blood still clads its blade. i don’t want it. i hate it.
you are a soldier, they tell me.
and the field fills up with anger. this is not what its supposed to be like. we’re supposed to understand each other. we are supposed to be able to sit down, in like a comfortable air conditioned room. with those soft chairs with cushion armrests. and we are supposed to co-operate. and you have your share and i have mine. and there should be plenty to go around. and we are supposed to shake hands after that. and smile. and be happy.
you know, that is something i cannot do. fight. R tells me, i let people step all over me all the time. everything i work my knuckles into the ground and find a piece of golden nugget, someone snatches it away from me and claims the fortune. and i just sit there with the skins of my knees worn out by dirt, and just let them. because i refuse to fight back. because i don’t want to fight back. i’m not a fighter. and no, i don’t understand. i don’t understand why people hurt each other. and i don’t understand why people tell me that in order to survive in this world, i will have to hurt people too.
so no. i refuse to believe that in order to be part of this world, i got to swing the sword. and if this means that i will bear the boot prints of others all over me, then you know what – so be it.
i sleep better at night. and that, my dear brothers and sisters, is what matters to me, most of all.