dont let yesterday take up too much of today.
will rodgers
its in our genes. this drive to overtake, consume and grow. a never ending thirst for more. it seems that no matter how much we have, how perfect it might be, we yearn for what is beyond our own. we look for competitors to rival and to take over. we peer into our neighbors garages, onto the shinning objects of our friends hands, into other offices and through magazines and tvs at the other peoples lives and want. we want for things we dont even need. we take and squirrel away in corners for times that might never come. more power, importance and things.
our bodies and minds have been leaning in this direction since we came out of the earth. every organism wishes to dominate. eat or be eaten and nobody wants to be consumed. so we educate ourselves and work hard. we jockey for higher positions, passing on our works to others, charging here and there to grow capital to expand our boarders. we strive to own more, for power to make decisions that could help our close ones, we take risk that will either make us fall down or grow vaster. in it all we are playing complex games among ourselves, creating conflicts and rivals with the ones that appear most like us, nothing matters other then the ones that look like us and doing something similar to what we can do. they are our competitor, the rest fade.
at a point the energy fades. our sense of rivalry and competition fall and we accept the positions we are at. we pat ourselves on the back accepting the reality that it was fought to the best it could. counting our chips and stare ahead of us wondering what just happened. our favorite objects falling apart, our extra rooms in our house shuttered. we have come out of the race unsure of what just happened. the same person but exhausted. we begin to look down and wish for another outcome. backwards is painful so we sit up and do our best to forget. the drive has faded, the dust is settling. a cold wind blows and we add another layer, our closets stuffed with enough clothing for all, an analogy to the ribbons and trophies we picked up along the way.