The problem with you is that you aspire for reaching the top.
The problem with me too is that I too aspire for reaching the top.
The top cannot accommodate the two of us. It doesn't have enough space over there.
But then, why not I be that if only one has to rule the world?
The spirit of cut-throat competition, wow!
Why will you be that and how dare you, even if you are the best one of my friends?
I remember my childhood when I was just 10 years old. I was a bright student who almost always stood 1st in his class. My best friend was the one who used to stand 3rd. Once a senior told us that he was present when the teacher was checking our examination sheets, and that my best friend had got the highest marks but slid at 3rd owing to deductions for his poor handwriting. As we heard this news, I saw a spark of glow - of being more meritorious than the one who always stood 1st, i.e., I - in his eyes, and I also saw my spirits going low and jealous and bitter and aggressive. But I loved this man too much! So much so that if he were a girl, I would sure have married him and no one else on earth!
...And now I was making plans against him!
Although only to compete and not to kill! It was a perfect competition till then!
But who knows what it could have taken me up to?...With the passage of time!
With the passage of time...but then it so happened that he got transferred and had to leave the school.
And the fate of the story, that this 'perfect competition' was, thus ended just in a draw!
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And if the feelings are so when it comes to be with your best (even more than that!) friend, what will they be like when it's just that I don't know you?
The perfect competition goes to the doldrums now, and anyway you must win!
I must overtake you on the way somehow.
Something must be done anyway, anyhow.
But you run fast and I am slow.
What do I do to break your flow?
Why don't you stumble and fall down the hill?
I could manage well that, though you don't will!
I will steal the show again and I will win the race.
I will get the power, and glory, and grace!
You will never see then, in future, my face.
We are all rats who are running this race!
But why don't we all sit down in the valley; and chat and sing and dance?
And did you ever even dream of a bikini competition in your life before?
Is the next thing going to be an underwear competition for men?
When did we get bitten by this bug called perfect competition?
Why like all mad rats, are we running this rat race - that's nothing but a mad race - our internal competition with our self?
Who is holding our strings and whose puppets, say, we are?
Who is it that makes us dance to whichever tune he plays - the same old records of the perfect competition with one another?
When will it be that we break our strings and come to stand on our own?
Why don't I think with a cooled off mind what it is that I'll do on the top after I win my race of the perfect competition that lies between you and me?
There's no one there, and nothing to share, nobody to care, but the lonely thin air!
You can do there nothing but go on iterating your favorite competition quotes - again and again and again and again!
Where are we heading from this perfect competition to, if not toward a dangerous global competition that could lead to a fatal global war?
Why not stop and rest, and then run for fun, and then catch and love and laugh!
What a life will it be, if we don't play to win, but we run to grin, and we don't cut life short half!