Inside every optimist lurks a defeatist. A coward who contemplates a meek surrender in the face of odds. The fact that the job at hand is of paramount importance and, if accomplished, might become the single most vital feat in one’s life simply magnifyies the woes of the defeatist.
I read an article in today’s newspaper which stressed on living in the present; the past is history and the future is uncertain. But what can you do when you involuntarily keep brooding about the future till it becomes a mania of sorts? Ironically, it is not something impossible, but to a coward everything difficult seems impossible.
The same thing is happening to me. Inside my brain, there are a hundred thoughts right now. The Jekyll-Hyde confrontation further complicates things. And in the midst of all this, the one vital source of strength is missing. But then that doesn’t mean I surrender to this coward inside me. Because I didn’t do it last time.
I have but one prey, and one bullet to hunt it with. Do I pursue it, or just watch it slip into the horizon and beyond?
you’re gonna do just fine… get up, smile to yourself, look deep within you – you’ll find that hunting spirit back I)
go get it I)
will do… but don’t know how well I)
And as a counter to this very defeatist, we conjure up another alter ego within ourselves on the lines of “The One”, with the “I have to do it feeling”…rather, “I’m destined(or maybe even condemned) to do this”. We try and confron the defeatist by elevating our objectives to stratospheric terms. That is something equally dangerous…
dangerous, as the fall from stratospheric heights can hurt your back