He who quotes himself never run out of quotes.
Prestige is a funny thing. If you do anything well enough, it becomes prestigious.
- Bill Zanker
My gifts are my questions.
My medicine is also my poison.
Then again, all medicines are poisons.
Medicine to the healthy is poison.
Poison to the sick is medicine.
What then, are my musings?
It’s so depressing watching the typical man, toiling away at their work, doing what they don’t like, so that they can carry on living, to continue doing what they don’t like! At best, we find some self consoling, politically correct souls who think that their jobs are in fact alright and they don’t mind clocking in those hours. However, it only takes a simple test to tear down that self delusional facade - Would you still continue working at that job if you have a million bucks sitting in your bank?
Or would you rather go do something that you really love? Honestly.
If I’m not careful, I can easily find myself being sucked into that rat race. It is so instinctive, so natural. We all need to work. We need money. We need to survive. We all want to be rich. Which leads me to the question…
Do we have a good reason to be rich?
I’m not going to do the cliché thing of asking you what would you do if you had a million dollars today, because generally people develop an extra sense of altruism when picturing themselves with an improbably large sum of money. However, if we were to be given an extra month’s worth of bonus, would charity still be the first thought on our mind, or would that summer vacation or Louis Vuitton bag look more compelling instead?
I bet altruism just flew right out of the window.
Truth be told, we all want money just like how we want our next breath. Yet when we get it, we haven’t got the slightest idea of what we really want to do with it.
Perhaps only the purposeful should be truly rich. Or could it already be, that only the purposeful are truly rich?
People are not used to greatness.
They are unfamiliar with it.
They abhor it and they avoid it.
They like people the way they like their things; normalized, predictable.
Safe and stable, stale and stagnant.
Greatness is uncomfortable. It is an anomaly.
Society does not know how to accommodate it.
People do not know how to react to it.
Friends do not know how to embrace it.
People are not used to greatness.
Chivalry is dead.
I’m not sure when it exactly happened, but I know where. It died in the hands of boys, who were mistakenly entrusted with the responsibilities of men and the hearts of women. There was a time when men had a higher calling. A place where being a man, just a man was not enough to cut it – You had to be a gentleman.
Nowadays, even the very notion of a man is in doubt.
I could not help but noticed that the ladies of this present age react with much surprise and wariness when treated properly by a man. I cannot blame them. The concept of chivalry has been as foreign to them as it is for the men of this age. Somewhere along the line, trading downwards has occurred. Men were traded for immature boys; knights were traded for insecure jerks; gentlemen traded for emotional wusses. Our sisters have been so accustomed to inferior men that they cannot help but sense deceit when someone decides to treat them rightly.
Thus, the guardians of purity became the violators themselves.
This has to stop. Becoming a gentleman can no longer be seen as one of the highest virtues of a man. It must take its place amongst the lowest; the very basic of which we ought to obtain. Am I an idealist campaigning for a utopian movement, or just an old fashioned man restoring things to what they were before?
I sincerely hope it is the latter.