My coffee’s steaming. The mist clouds some damp on my wall mirror and rains back onto my study desk. It’s such a spectacle for an idle mind. I know the charm and poetry of quiet nights when from dusk to dawn you sit at your desk or indulge your mind with dreams. I believe, I look into the future as into the eyes of my own mother. I subconsciously draw a heart; tracing it on the damp with my index finger. Then I drift away.
A commotion on the headboard jolts me back to my senses. A light-skinned lizard silently stalks a spider while cunningly closing up towards her. Every home has these type. The one that’s more of like a family member; they never move, won’t hurt but everyone hates them. I don’t know what to feel about this. I’m a fan of Spiderman; not spiders. I don’t fancy many a reptile either because serpents fall in that category. I can’t take sides here. Just imma sit, mask the sentimental me by pulling an emotionless face and watch as the spider realises it’s the target meal, dashes along the headboard to the bedpost and crosses to my desk along the Ethernet cable with a four-legged beast in hot pursuit. Action halts with an unhappy ending. Meal is caught right at the centre of my ‘heart’; gobbled up in delirious feat and I simply admire the hunter licking lips in acknowledgement of beautiful role-playing in the drama. Then he looks around for more spiders. The lizard brain is hungry, scared, angry, and horny. The lizard brain only wants to eat, mate and be safe. Lizards have not been known to achieve satiety. Just like man.
That beastly allusion is portrayal of the humanoid’s culture. Life is always chase-this-chase-that. From the abstract like dreams, goals, success, identity, freedom and destiny to the physical like food, mates and oh yeah money; we are always up and about beating someone or something to it. It’s our instincts to chase that which is going away and to run away from that which is chasing us.
We wake up early and chase time to beat morning traffic snarl-ups; and stay up late to beat deadlines while chasing that long overdue promotion and it’s hefty perks. It’s all about chasing and being chased in the dating world. Of course, we chase visions; not people. It’s when we don’t see anything to chase in a person that they become of no value. Survival for the fittest is cliché but not douche. Even the fittest struggles to survive in a food chain that’s part of a greater food web. While the learning curve leans upwards with every pursuit; the satiety curve goes down. We’re never full. But we have to. Gratitude shows us we’ve had enough; but only for the while. If you follow your dreams, you won’t catch them. Chase them, make them pant for breathe and sap the life out of them.
Yet that’s what success is. It’s not how much we achieve but more of how much we’re sacrificing and doing towards what we achieve. And; it’s so much about how we’re doing it that wins admiration. Achievement, like beauty, is relative. There’s always more and better. It is a statement of fact, like saying water is wet or diamonds are hard.
Ever heard of a successful enterprise? Me too. It narrows down to a sole preneur who’s never satisfied and wants to chase the next big thing in his endeavors. Gets new things done every day with new ways of doing it. Heard of successful relationships? It’s about winning each other every day. And that never seems to happen because how I’ll win you tomorrow is a greater and better win than today’s win. It feels happier and fulfilling tomorrow. That, is what drives the lot we term ‘successful’ among us. Successful parenting never stops while you’re alive. Just like a successful life; one that leaves a legacy even when one’s gone – not necessarily dead. Such a life imparts and impacts on others.Inside every old person is a young person wondering, ‘What the hell happened?’ – because there’s never enough time for everything. The lizard brain is the reason you’re afraid, the reason you don’t do all the art you can, the reason you don’t ship when you can. The lizard brain is the source of the resistance. Hahaha, don’t believe me please.
Legacy normally sounds political until it hits you that you’re growing old and you’ve got to make one. Live a purpose. Does what we do leave some building ground for top up? Now that’s legacy. Do we leave prints and memories when we have to part? You can’t make footprints on the sands of time if you’re sitting on your butt. And who wants butt-prints on the sands of time? It’s the chase that makes legacies. We only have to choose what to chase. That’s where our wisdom applies. If you chase two rabbits, both will escape. Some things are like fat people; they never work out. However, if we find something worth the chase, we should never stop running. Perfection is never attainable. Yet, when we chase perfection we catch excellence.
See now why it has always been a man-eat-man society even before we knew ‘gay’? Use others as stepping stones and be one too. Let’s despise our recalcitrant selfishness. Like building blocks, we’ll always need each other. The roofing needs us too. Oh yeah, we also need the roofing. So; it doesn’t mean the roofing’s necessarily superior. Have a nice week being chased and chasing. After all, if the attitude is fine, then it’s fun.