Some folks can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars, because
they have a tendency to believe that praise, recognition and eminence are their
exclusive birthright, and anyone in comparison is seen as a threat. They can
claim to be working for a team and for a certain noble cause, saying it doesn't
matter who gets the credit, provided that the team will collaboratively achieve
its ultimate goal.
If you ask me, don’t take their word for it. They have this cerebral
cancer that is never satisfied with anything short of unequalled standing; and
the moment someone within the team is seen to be picking up recognition or even
wins a tiny applause, their ailment will pump up. They’ll turn out to be overly
competitive, and that person becomes a target of jealousy and hostility.
Now instead of focusing on the team’s goal, shit becomes an individual
struggle, with everyone setting sights on who’s going to outperform who. The
team becomes secondary and a showground for infighting, backbiting and
bickering; and instead of joint efforts, solo acts will float up, egos
inflated, friendliness devastated, purposes defeated, individuals made, others
broken and disgruntled, and at the end of the day, the team will suffer because
the spectacle of teamwork was selfishly thrown out.
Bob Marley, my favourite philosopher said: “Life is one big road with
lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind.
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your
vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!”
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