Be successful or die, or And to you the pleasure of life did not meet? There are no
- Mlya - I, forces any more! The prices grow, taxes grow, marasmus grows stronger! Every day there is a new decree, the order, the resolution! And where they take these idiots in the government, and? But it is impossible to work, mlya!
From an emotional monologue with me mine well very big and important chief who took in head to sweep kruizno across all Europe who had a hitch with registration of all of pieces of paper necessary for this purpose. It - on other end of a wire, I - here. But I almost personally see it as if he also did not leave anywhere: stomach forward, bulging eyes, face threateningly apopleksichno:
- Ivanov, mlya, you why not so filled this, and not then gave this, and?! And why I have to stand in this pi - pi - juicy turn how all idiots?! You than thought when you made out me?! I to you, I you …!
Where I went whoever I met, than was engaged, everywhere I meet this most numerous population of a look “homo successful - homo unfortunate“. On the top of a food pyramid, where a grass the most juicy, the sun the warmest, water the most sweet, at quick and long-legged. Among middle class with the acquired barrels and the shining napes on the last fashionable squeal in podzolochenny body cloths and laces. And even among the small, dwarfish and poniobrazny, pushed aside on boondocks these Champs Elysee of success and desired dolce vita. Everywhere I will come across the same faces which in a fullface of comme il faut it is dazzling success and pleasure of life radiate on you the, and in a profile represent universal boredom and fatigue from life such - they should turn away only to run on the urgent successful matters.
There are no doubts that many of us, successful and not really, provided and not absolutely, well-known and disgraceful, under ringing clatter of the bleeding hoofs rushing with a sprint speed from modest starts and to brilliant finishes, begin to realize falsehood of objectives over time. Their illusiveness. Artificiality and emptiness. But many, both having comprehended this deception and having galloped a half of a distance, having even admitted to itself what to admit so difficult, is not able to descend from it any more if there is though the slightest chance of a victory. Because to descend from it - means to recognize the defeat and to start up downwind all that, gilded and ephemeral for the sake of what you did not fill up, did not eat up, lay and betrayed. We are not able to lose. And to understand that the loser sometimes also is the winner, and the winner - the loser, at all behind a shade of consciousness of some.
“Life - fight“. “Life - race“. “Life - suffering“. “Win - or die“. “To winners - everything, won - only a grief“. “The winner is always right“. We got used to these vital formulas removed and eaten away for us and we take them on trust. And meanwhile there would be no fight (in any case, it would not be so devastating) if ourselves so fiercely did not fight for the as it seems to us, success.
Fight for achievement of a goal causes in our competitors a bigger passion - everyone as the zombie, is programmed to be the first and the best, that forcing us to fight more fiercely than our opponents if we want though how many - nibud to win. Here also eternal life - fight for more big chunk, for success, popularity, popularity turns out. As a result - deprivation of composure, rest, pleasure of life. On a gilded plate of truffle does not getting hungry any more: indigestion. And in general, muck utter.
Despite of enough juicy and tasty forages, on the sea of entertainments and an opportunity to realize the “I“ in one thousand different ways, the majority of us as a result is obvious or implicitly dissatisfied with such life. On that is several reasons: having reached an objective to become successful, to earn more, to be the first, having come to the finish the first, we appear in captivity of own success which on taste is not such marmalade. We are in infinite vanity of pushing elbows and kicks by legs somehow to remain at that level of success which with such work was reached. Because younger and strong hot breathe to us in a nape and step on legs. And we did not get used to concede. And success for us - ueber alles.
The modern person is exhausted under weight all the time of the becoming complicated modern life. Fierce competition in all spheres, continuous multiplication of duties and obligations, all the becoming complicated slowness and bulkiness, apparently, of simple and clear business and vital processes does not allow to breathe freely, enjoy already reached, to be glad the life.
(Recently I counted that such simple procedure as purchase of ten handles and pencils for our department, requires twelve different signatures and eight seals and stamps on nine different documents and from three to seven days in order that to catch these handles and pencils. And purchase of the Chinese lathe required half a year of negotiations, three hundred sheets of the shoveled documents and a heart attack of the chief engineer.)
On one bowl of scales at the modern person the permanent stress which is very often caused absolutely senseless a body - and umodvizheniye, a total lack of time and eternally pursuing feeling, even in a dream, the fact that it is necessary even quicker, above, stronger. But not that will be gobbled up. On another - more big chunk, more abrupt wheelbarrow, rest not in the Crimea, and on the Bahamas. Some ephemeral honor. Or just that did not gobble up. And from a school bench tightly imprinted in a cliche brain, zazombirovanny on a market harmony, “Be more abruptly, be the first, be the best“. Mark in chiefs. In leaders. In activists.
How many of us - hostages of the empty ambitions? The “vain Slavia“? The in a false manner objectives? How many is afraid to admit it to himself? How many never admits? We do not perceive rushing by us as if others time of our life at all. We are not able to see and feel the moment in which we are now. At first mind we in the future, and then in the past. And almost never in the present.
How many people, perhaps, only on a mortal gilded bed, among the authority which is saved up at the cost of the life, honor are also movable - real estate, will understand that forces were spent vainly, and the pleasure of life passed by?
You remember, “The one who lives quietly well lives“? Whether but about us it?