Wessik
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Although I have achieved a productive day, I feel alone in my pursuits. I feel unable to express my thoughts, for fear that they will not be understood. It is a fact of life that a thought ill-understood is a thought ill-received.
I smile tiredly, when I think of the hypocrisy of certain elders that are close to me. They have long been unaware of my steady improvement. Or, if they are aware, then they fail to recognize their subsequent decline. I wonder, is the stubborn nature of the old so married to the denial of destruction?
Somehow, I know that I can not fault my fathers for their failures. Indeed, our fathers have forgiven many more from their sons. This alone, however, does not relieve the sting of solitude. How much more ineffective is this knowledge, then, when one stands not just alone, but also at the top?
Every one of us has their circle, for no man is compared with a stranger. How bad must it be, to stand above the rest? The thirteen people or so, that define your personal world? The "little fish" inside one's "little pond"?
Big fish may move to bigger ponds, of course. It is thus so, for the best of the best to move to higher proving grounds. And yet, by the end of all the struggle, he who wins it all must lose; He must lose his friends. His peers. And his elders.
But there may yet be hope for him atop the totem pole. His greatest award: to be surpassed by the young, the ambitious...below him.
I smile tiredly, when I think of the hypocrisy of certain elders that are close to me. They have long been unaware of my steady improvement. Or, if they are aware, then they fail to recognize their subsequent decline. I wonder, is the stubborn nature of the old so married to the denial of destruction?
Somehow, I know that I can not fault my fathers for their failures. Indeed, our fathers have forgiven many more from their sons. This alone, however, does not relieve the sting of solitude. How much more ineffective is this knowledge, then, when one stands not just alone, but also at the top?
Every one of us has their circle, for no man is compared with a stranger. How bad must it be, to stand above the rest? The thirteen people or so, that define your personal world? The "little fish" inside one's "little pond"?
Big fish may move to bigger ponds, of course. It is thus so, for the best of the best to move to higher proving grounds. And yet, by the end of all the struggle, he who wins it all must lose; He must lose his friends. His peers. And his elders.
But there may yet be hope for him atop the totem pole. His greatest award: to be surpassed by the young, the ambitious...below him.