THE WORLD HATE THE WEAK

Have you ever heard the 'the world is a jungle' phrase?




As humans, we may pride ourselves with having laws that regulate our lives which may distinguish our environment from a jungle. But ours isn't really that much different from a real jungle in the sense that the biological survival of the strongest theory, still apply to us.




Don't you wonder why man haven't been able to solve the begging problem of inequity? Why the few strong still posses enough for a majority of 'the weak' to live on?


In our world, as much as we try to shy away from this simple fact, what we have for the weak is simply pity and no genuine sympathy. It is so because the strong must eat and if they need to crush the weak to do it,



they won't hesitate.




Nobody wants to starve in their course of being too sympathetic to his fellow man's plight. Those who tried to thread that part didn't live well enough to tell the tale.


It's a fiasco and scramble out there in the real world. Very different from what our classrooms sold to us and what they prepared us for.


We are in a world where one must strive to survive or be smothered in this scramble for survival. You can either keep going, stand beside, stay behind or get trampled on; you can't block the way.


In this mad dance for survival and supremacy, the weak are mercilessly crushed. The world hate the weak, that's the truth. The weak are liabilities. They're obstacles and they obstruct movement of those working towards a defined goal.






I remember those days in school, how the finest players were fought for during football hours. Everybody wanted them in their team. It wasn't a question of love or sympathy; it was a business of lose or win and everybody wanting to belong to the winning side, always vied for the best in the game.


The best sailors want the best captains on-board with them. The best pilots want the best copilots. The best Engineers want to partner with the best and the best are always courted for their service. As much as anybody might claim to love the weak, it's different in this practical world where there are losses and gains and everybody is looking to gain.


This is not about physical weakness, but about those who aren't willing to go the extra mile to being the best in their chosen field. Those who aren't willing to pay the price to win the race.






The world will simply leave them behind.




The world do not care about your tears. In fact, your complaints irritates the world. They don't care if you are blind, mute, from a poor home or from the gutter. They're not interested in that your pity-me story. If anything, they would do anything not to hear it.




The world is only interested in what you can do. What do you have in your hand? What are you doing with it? Nobody is interested in what you lack.


Even in your family, you see things like this where your own family would be the first to demean you. You might be an upcoming artiste who have to endure having your family listen to songs that may have nothing on your little effort in quality, while ignoring yours. So you want your family to read your books? When there's still some Achebe's classic on the shelf? You must be joking. Who are you yet?


Your tears won't move them. Your cry won't solve it. You'll have to accept the fact that these people may not really care. It is your job to prove strong and rear your head up as a winner and that would leave them no option than to celebrate you until then, you'll have to bear the loss because it's a jungle here and nobody care unless you're willing to win or unless you've won.


The world will loath you, disappoint you. Make you feel bad, terrible and worse. The world would betray you and do you all sort of discouraging things. You'll have lot of terrible experiences but the world really don't care. It's either an 'Did you overcome?' or 'Are you a loser?' question.






Nobody is interested in what you might have passed through as everybody have a pity tale to their names.




Unless you'll sit at a corner writing beautiful poetry about flowers and painting images with words. Even at that, other more stubborn poets and writers would crush you without mercy. If they were awards to be won, they'll beat you to it. If there were contracts to be won, you won't smell them. If there were audiences to be captured, you'll be left with little or no followers.




The bottom line is that you either stand up or nobody is ready to look at your direction. The world isn't interested in those lagging behind. They only care about the front-runners because it's all about winning. Sympathy does nobody no good when someone have to eat.


Try putting a cat and a rat in a cage. The next day, come there and you'll see the cat grinning from ear to ear and you won't see any rat anymore. Then put a lion and a beautiful lamb. the next day, the lion would be annoyed because it was by no means a satisfying dinner but, no he didn't spare the lamb because it had to eat regardless of what sympathy he had for it. Now, put two lions in a cage, and they might decided to be a team because the strong want the strong with them. They want them by their side. They know what a waste of energy it would be for them fighting against each other.


The world has really been unfair to you but nobody is interested in that your tears. You either become strong and rear up your head or remain fallen on the floor but be assured there won't be any genuine sympathy for you.


Stand up and grow, start running if you want the world to notice you. Taking pride in your weakness would only drive people away from you. Because they're not impressed by your complacency. It's bad energy.