I cannot stand anyone less than a
champion.
It’s a bold statement to make but
true and I drew these words out of my hilt while meaning every bit of it. For
me, champions are the ones that rise out of dust and shine like gold. Champions
wear their hearts on their sleeves to terrify cowards who fear to show their
own. Champions cry their fears out and waste no time in lament henceforth. They
drive their thresholds to peak each day of their breathing existence. They have
nothing to hide and are shrouded in their nakedness. They have scars. They have
wounds. They have fought.
Cowards, on the other hand, will
hide. Hide behind excuses. Hide their tools of torture. Hide the tools that
shaped them...into cowards. They have secrets. They have reasons for not being
there. A reason for each day, each moment and each millisecond of their
pathetic existence. They have reasons why one should have a reason for the sky
being blue. They need proof and evidence because they are too scared to
believe. This is my ode to all those
cowards who take pride in the stop signs that halted them in their tracks.
You can’t change them because
they lack belief. Do not try to make their lives better because that will never
happen. They have given up and do not possess the will to rise. Masochists in
true nature who enjoy their pain and writhe in misery. They fear to allow
anyone else the luxury of hurting them and self-inflict themselves to torture
of a different kind. The world is onto them and will never allow them to emerge
as winners. They believe winning is for losers – there’s no need to make an effort. Tears
and begging don’t work on this kind because their hearts are safely locked
somewhere deep inside, catching dust and turning into stone. Some might have
even thrown their keys away. Black holes of every human effort that will just take
and give nothing in return. All of this
and more makes them a true spectacle worth ignoring. Ignore the minute you
sense a coward near you. Run for your life the minute you sense their presence
and never look back. Take my two pennies worth of advice and avoid a coward the
minute you sniff its stale presence. It’ll save you a lifetime worth of happiness and
effort that's better put to something far more productive.
Because, seriously I cannot stand
anyone less than a champion!
