Your left to right sense is my right to left sense. I am identical but reversed. I am a reflection and an image. I am the keeper of your dirty little secrets. Of all the skeletons in your closet, I am the villain to your hero.
Good morning to our very own mundane puppet existence. The strings of our doings which play into the hands of those who dictate our being. The hero on the outside that smiles through the ceremonial attire and the villain that curses and strives hard for that nod and a word of appreciation in singularity if nothing else. When efforts don’t equate the pecuniary and the demi god of black leather sips on hot coffee, it brews a devil in the secondary.
They call it make believe. To not make it look like either you are buttering them up or in total remote contrast; the villain in your head masters the art of compliance and difference at the same time in such a tasteful manner that it validates the context and content; only you know how much of it and what is true as your hero on the outside smiles and nods. Acceptance of people through the approval of their ego and thick heads comes across only when they feel that there is a level of concurrence. Welcome to the fairy tale of slogging; superficial compliance which will look you through.
Ambitious: Greed for the superlative? Or its perks? Or the aura associated with that designation? Or the work? Or the 6 figure green? Or the sense of power? All of it or none of it?
Ambition rises out of desire and too great and strong a desire leads to greed.
It needs no mandate.
It doesn’t need to be spelt out.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger: ambition or greed.
Either way, your hero might be just a hero to you, not to me.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Complementary.
Harmonizing.
Corresponding.
Balanced.
Cause of a simple reason that nothing exists in isolation.
Would batman be BATMAN if there was no joker?
