There's this pecking order...this order to how we live life. Along the lines of "king of the hill" or "queen of sheeba". Its all about who's the best...the smartest, the prettiest, wisest and who has the best man, career, children, car...whatever you can think of. Why must we participate in these games? Can't we just live and ... let live? You compete to be better than I am, when we're the same: just people, working towards our life goals; in love, in work, in life; enjoying life...trying to follow the right path. Yet there's this fierce competition which one of us is better, who is the one who comes out on top. Even when I walk away and try to not say something, its brought back - this stone thrown to see if I'll fight back. When I do, I feel horrible...like I shouldn't say anything. But its constant, the only thing you do. Like we have nothing else better to say, nothing else better to accomplish than this little, ridiculous game.
Is there a way...a way possible to make it stop? I suppose I'll have to learn not to respond.
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My words spill out as if I can't control them, yet I think through each in a deliberate manner. I wish I could articulate them better, but this is what I have. This is who I am.
These are the words from my heart.
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