every competition is unfair
every competition is unfair. no matter what the rules and whoever the players are. it is such a useless effort to try to regulate the market, while you don't even have a fair game at all. the thing is, every game in life that has been played by human beings is a zero-sum game which always favours the enthusiasm of the winners. thus, there needs to be a loser in every game to satisfy the winners not only that but also to satisfy the conditions of the game. because it is a pitcher filled by winners, it brims over with one tiny little drop of loser's surplus. life is all about competition. all about the games without rules. I wish there would be an authority that could regulate our lives when they realise that the conditions of the competition are distorted somehow in us. déformation professionnelle!
well, this is not just solely about ourselves but rather the life. whatever we do, we engage in some sort of competition by the time we get involved in a relationship with other people. I can't help but wonder: why can't we all live in peace by sharing with, loving, helping to and caring about each other? I'm not being a communist or a Greenpeace activist here, but seriously, why to compete?
periodically, failure; success, happiness, grief, anger, hate monopolizes us. these times, there is nothing but sadness in life or peace or unrest and so on. it's like a spring fatigue that seises the body and mind as a whole. is it fair to your own competition? of course not, you can't fail in life, because if you do so, you can't get up again meaning you stop living. so every time, you have to get up again and then the booms turn into boosts and later on the boosts into booms so on and forth! in fact, life is a one-player-circle-game with smaller circles inside crossing with others'. I can never forget the first spirograph toy that my wicked uncle gave to me - maybe the only useful thing he made for me. that time, I literally couldn't get how to use that extremely simple tool. I don't think I do now either but at least now I know the philosophy behind it. maybe even that time I didn't like to use it because I instinctively felt how unpleasant the similarity between the toy and my future.
sometimes, you just can't get away with fiascos in your life coming right after each other. non-stop. at some moment, you feel like it's the very last drop of yourself that you can waste on anything. anything that never worths wasting yourself, your time, your inner peace. however, there is still some power behind you, pushing roughly to live, to compete, to keep staying in the game! and now I wonder, after many failures, tears, sleepless nights following exhausting days that am I not done yet? everyone must have his own tipping point after which he will give up living or success. Where is mine? the living is like a continuous endless struggle that keeps me beating
it is such a lie that those success-story-people only compete with themselves. it's not a fair competition either, why would you do this to yourself? do we really need to compete for everything in life, especially for success and money and for a good relationship, so basically just to live our lives normally? one day will come, and everyone will realise that they wasted the best times of their lives by running after some stuff and avoiding the beauties of life that are so so far away from the material "happiness" they believed to catch. I believe so. I hope so... at least, I'm trying to find my inner source of happiness of waterfalls that overflows after losing a tennis match!
well, this is not just solely about ourselves but rather the life. whatever we do, we engage in some sort of competition by the time we get involved in a relationship with other people. I can't help but wonder: why can't we all live in peace by sharing with, loving, helping to and caring about each other? I'm not being a communist or a Greenpeace activist here, but seriously, why to compete?
periodically, failure; success, happiness, grief, anger, hate monopolizes us. these times, there is nothing but sadness in life or peace or unrest and so on. it's like a spring fatigue that seises the body and mind as a whole. is it fair to your own competition? of course not, you can't fail in life, because if you do so, you can't get up again meaning you stop living. so every time, you have to get up again and then the booms turn into boosts and later on the boosts into booms so on and forth! in fact, life is a one-player-circle-game with smaller circles inside crossing with others'. I can never forget the first spirograph toy that my wicked uncle gave to me - maybe the only useful thing he made for me. that time, I literally couldn't get how to use that extremely simple tool. I don't think I do now either but at least now I know the philosophy behind it. maybe even that time I didn't like to use it because I instinctively felt how unpleasant the similarity between the toy and my future.
sometimes, you just can't get away with fiascos in your life coming right after each other. non-stop. at some moment, you feel like it's the very last drop of yourself that you can waste on anything. anything that never worths wasting yourself, your time, your inner peace. however, there is still some power behind you, pushing roughly to live, to compete, to keep staying in the game! and now I wonder, after many failures, tears, sleepless nights following exhausting days that am I not done yet? everyone must have his own tipping point after which he will give up living or success. Where is mine? the living is like a continuous endless struggle that keeps me beating
it is such a lie that those success-story-people only compete with themselves. it's not a fair competition either, why would you do this to yourself? do we really need to compete for everything in life, especially for success and money and for a good relationship, so basically just to live our lives normally? one day will come, and everyone will realise that they wasted the best times of their lives by running after some stuff and avoiding the beauties of life that are so so far away from the material "happiness" they believed to catch. I believe so. I hope so... at least, I'm trying to find my inner source of happiness of waterfalls that overflows after losing a tennis match!