I have learnt, in life, that there are people who will always do their best to put others down in the hope of feeling like a bigger person. This, however, is motivated by a crippling insecurity driven by their own deficiencies. The comforting thought, here, lies in the moral victory we own in just knowing that these people will never be half as great as those who they so profusely disparage.
In trying to bring us down, it seems they better serve to make us stronger, because in some strange way we can seek solace in the fact that, had they not been so threatened by our capabilities, the danger that we might just have a good opinion of ourselves would not have bothered them so imposingly. This, then, becomes their biggest burden of all - how do we manage to feel so secure in ourselves, since they failed so miserably in their endeavour to follow suit?
When I think about all the hurtful things they said and the way they tried to make me feel so small, i am, at first, burdened by a seething rage. Subsequently, however, I question what kind of impact they really managed to achieve at the end of it all. I suppose I can say that I learnt three things from this experience.
1. Most (but not all) people are never really who they say they are
2. Everything they try to make you believe about yourself is very often a far cry from the person you really are.
3. All their spiteful allegations are, ironically, an uncanny reflection of everything they are.
Further to this, it soon became clear that those who adhere to these opprobrious qualities never really have the privilege of making any real friends in life, if any at all. This is simply because their irrational suspicion prohibits them from dropping their guard for anyone, coupled with their inability to recognise the beautiful qualities of their counterparts without feeling some contempt toward them.
Some of them become fanatical in their hatred. They attempt to gather a heard of sheep to indoctrinate with the same ugly thoughts that consume them, espoused by a resentful, black heart. Some, the smart ones, are aware of this from the onset, and listen with indifference for the sake of sheer amusement. These are the wise ones who learn by making second-hand experiences serve their own educational purposes. Others, however - the weak ones - allow their minds to be warped as they succumb to this heinous manipulation. These people I do not hate, but merely feel sorry for, as they are unaware that, at some time or another, they will too become a victim of the same malevolance, because those people that they so unquestionably respect and admire do not reciprocate this appreciation, simply because it is not conducive to their nature to hold anybody else in high esteem.
I think, in life, the great people will never need their self perception to be reinforced by others, and that is why they are so immune to negativety and always perservere unfazed. Even if they are oblivious to all their beautiful qualities at first, it will eventually become clear why they suffered so much for the sake of appeasing to somebody elses crippling insecurity.
To retaliate, however, would be to succumb to this insecurity and be seduced by their taunts. This, I have learnt, is a futile approach in the grand scheme of things, as we would simply be supplying the ammunition they so desperately hanker after. Words will never suffice. When, however, we fulfil our dreams and become everything they denied we could ever be, when we confirm in practice everything they refuted in theory, that, then, is the sweetest revenge of all. The type that does not even require our own acknowledgement or recall, but forever haunts them for the sheer realisation that maybe, just maybe, they were wrong all along.
- Elica Le Bon - 21 Mach 2008
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