I cannot live with myself
November 28, 2007
As a background, I must mention in the very beginning the nature of my self. I compete. I compete whenever I think I incapable of winning. I stop running the race only when it becomes clear to me that I can win it. I do not complete all my races, but I run till I have convinced myself of my ability to win it.
I remember the times when I could gulp down ten large vodka shots in a matter or minutes and still be stable enough to drive. I did not drive, being the kind of citizen who abides by all laws, meaningless or not; but I was stable enough to do so. Then, why is it so different now? Why can’t my body take even a tenth of what my mind is capable of? Maybe, just maybe, my mind is not capable of it. But I cannot accept it. The day I do, I will kill myself. Why, all of a sudden, have I started losing control over myself so easily? People with weaker constitutions appear stronger now. People who don’t have half my stamina, half my speed, half my desire to control myself, are way ahead of me as far as controlling themselves is concerned.
WHY ?
I don’t have an answer. But I do know that I am running this race. I am running, and I am running fast, and I am running till I either win or drop dead. I cannot live otherwise.
I am sorry.
December 12, 2007 at 6:11 am
That feeling reminds me of myself. However, my solution to the problem is reflected by my tendency to get competitive around the most trivial things, not the ones that matter. I don’t care about winning the rat race or the race to the top of my class. No, I care about winning the photo scavenger hunt or the makeshift game of catch using a duct tape ball made by someone over the weekend.
Don’t be sorry, you haven’t died yet.