If we ever rise to heights beyond our own measure, it is in the wake of a competitive assailant of something we are passionate about.
Competition is the magical warm air thermal that we soar on to reach, not only greater heights, but it also makes us hone unique skills that we create to counter our competitor in order to win. Whatever is our passion, that will be the thing for which we will face dire straits and go out of our box to protect. That one thing that we would beat any other at, hands down, even if they were to bump us and roll up their sleeves to face us. Our passion will steam up out of us the competitors spirit.
It is the glory of the artist and the sportsman to know what their gifts are. They who everyday wake up knowing the one thing that they’re good at – be it archery or pottery. Every human being has a gift, but only an artist or sportsman has the guts to face that gift every single day, no matter what, to love it so much that they even grow to hate it, and with that mixture of mixed feelings see clearly that which they have to do to excel at what they were born to do. We owe our self a great debt to acknowledge our gift. To give that gift a life, to give it credit, to give it love, to nurture it, to cherish it, to grow it so we may bloom in it. And when we become the custodian of our gift, we honor it by protecting it. In the jungle, survival is not of the fittest, survival is about facing and winning in a competition. So first of all every human must name it that which we are gifted with. Just like we are named when we are received. Otherwise we are all J. Doe.
So when faced with competition, we will fight to protect our passion, fight for the hundreds of hours that we spent in becoming worthy of that gift, fight to portray the meaning of our gift in the light of adversity. And when we win, we must bow and honour our competitor, for without them, our passion would not be given the opportunity to come to be acknowledged and we would not be swept forward into the limelight to inspire others to be just like us.
The photo I have above may have nothing to do with competition. It was taken by me when I saw this truck driving on the railway line! Before I actually realised that it was a railway maintenance truck and that the wheels are designed in a unique way with an ‘adapter’, for want of a suitable word, that will serve as train wheels, my first reaction was, wow, when can I get those and use the train line to get to where I was going? One would think that there was no competition for the use of the tracks on the railway line – but wait until that day when somebody comes up with an idea to prove that the train might not be the only one on that track, and I cannot wait to see who is competing for train track real estate!
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