Rungs

It’s an arduous climb and you’ve made it. You’re there, not at the top, but you’re there—where you want to be. You’re leveling up with each rung you graduate to and it feels amazing; it’s the game of life.

There are more.

The sun’s brighter, air’s fresher, and chirps sweeter—it’s better. Over the course of your comfortable stay you’ve grown acclimated to the elevation. When the wallet’s a little heavier and the paint’s a little thicker, you feel a sense of pity looking down at the plebs below. You can barely see the one’s furthest down, they look the period at the end of this sentence; there really isn’t a rock bottom, no level 0 in this game. The smaller they are, the greater your pity.

But that doesn’t stop you, does it? when has it ever?

You’re never satisfied. When you’re sitting atop your 3-legged sapphire stool, you’ll wanna move up to the ruby chair with the stability of 4 legs, then to the luxury of a opal couch with manifold cushions, to one sculpted of emerald and reclinable, to, ultimately, the opulence of a 35-carat diamond throne chiseled with the utmost precision and experise. But, of course, there’ll always by one more luminous and exorbitant and of alexandrite. Higher up the rung, but still in sight.

Why isn’t there a complex named after it? Something as pervasive and ubiquitous across all forms of life ought to have some psychological label. Insatiated complex, maybe?

It’s embedded deep within all of us: the desire for more. Regarding the topic of schools, a wise friend once told me that people always want to move up. That those destitute of education yearn the fundamental human rights to read or write, and those at the highest ranked university covet being the one that doesn’t pay a dime to do so. Nike, for better of worse, has couched the epidemic virus contracted by us all into 3 simple words, “Strive for greatness”.

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It’s a blessing and a curse. On one hand it pushes mankind for bigger and better. Now that we’ve step foot on the moon, we’re in the process of making it habitable. On the other hand, it kills us from the inside. Part of the reason we want more is because others have more and it eats us.

The conundrum wherein the problem lies, I think, is that of people caring too much. It’s simple. As the ancient hipster proverb goes: “the less you care, the happier you’ll be.”

Without a doubt, no one will stop you from climbing to the top. Actually, it’s good to strive, take strides, leap and jump. But, if you’re at a place comfortable enough to satisfy your basic needs, is it worth putting yourself under the mental strain of constantly wanting more? If you’re doing it for the wrong reasons, why do it at all? Noone needs anyone else’s nod of approval or confirmation.

It’s the game of life, but you don’t have to be on top to win.

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