Competition

I hate competition; I’ve always tried to do whatever I was doing the best that I could, but the idea of being better than someone else makes no sense to me. Either the act itself is worth doing well or its not. Do we really going around saying to each other, I love better than you love, well I guess we do but that is usually when trying to make another feel guilty, or I have better friends than you, again people may mistake status or stature for quality but this is not of what I am speaking. Tonight my two roommates and I jammed out for an hour and a half. Did we care if we sounded better than Metallica or Dylan, hell no! We just enjoyed the jam. Too often we live our lives thinking that they have to measure up and that is simply bull shit. Who cares what your parents did before you, or your sister/brother or best friend, do what you want to do and enjoy doing it. They say living well is the best revenge, but if you are living well I doubt that you are thinking of revenge. I am thinking about once again heading back to academia. For an instance it bothered me that others who had gone to grad school straight of their bachelors were ahead of me. Then I thought to myself about all my friends who had yet to even finish their first four years. Then I said, shame on you, you know better than that. And I do know better than that. Let us not live to measure up, let us live for the joy of each activity in and of itself, to hell with the rest of this rat race bull.