Competition

Getting confused, getting frustrated, getting along with sadness and running away from fear is all normal along the course of this massive journey called “Life”. We all try running around hurriedly to finish errands; we compete with one another to prove our superiority, and fight with one another just to ascertain one’s belief is right. It all sounds pretty vague but this is what life has decided to bestow upon us all.

I have tried doing all these and bet most of you do these errands along the course.  At times I feel high at it, I like to compete, boast upon my intelligence, fight for what I say is always right and at other times I am pretty low at it.

Time and again, when I feel myself competing for some stupid job, competing in a class to get better grades, competing with a coworker to earn more money and gain promotion, competing to wear a better dress for a party, competing to get the best food to eat and competing in utmost all field possible makes me ponder, if it’s all worth it.?

There are some people who don’t even have a sense to know what competition is. But they eventually have to compete in this utterly dysfunctional world.  They have to compete with their senses, they have to fight back to come to world of reality, they fail; they loose and are thrown back to the dark alley of insensitivity and carefree world.

There are also people where competing is not only a matter of wining or loosing but also a matter of life and death. These people compete with death, they fight with it, and they try to prove it that they have their right to live. If they win a bright morning breeze welcomes them, if they lose they are lost in a wonderland free of competition (acc. To beliefs)

Also, there are people competing with hunger. They try to prove that a single loaf of bread is enough for weeks or even months for that matter. If they can deceive hunger their prize is, they get to breathe couple more gulps of air and live a fascinating dream of never competing with it but if they lose they lose their dream of not competing again.

All these competitions except the materialistically stained ones gets me confused on whether my competition is justified, whether my question of “is all that worth it?” ever be answered. If competition in this world will ever be ridiculed, will it ever be extracted?