Me, Myself and I

Each minute I tell myself that, I am a creation made with utmost care from the most sacred clay ever found. Do you know why? Because I know that my existence is magnanimous, my abilities are next to none, power of my language commands souls around me.

Let me tell you it isn’t easy a feet to have been born with this much of power. I humbled the light – the brightest of all skies - it had to bow down to me, accept my superiority. I am the most amazing and marvelous of the endless creations that exist.

I am the most magnificent of creatures of all ever made and will ever be.

My superiority deserves to rule all others that exist or will ever exist.

I do this chant each day of my being and the ones around me accept it gladly, which strengthens my faith in my own transcendence.

I feel at times other around me make superfluous assumptions that they could emulate me, could they ? Nah!!

The exuberance that I carry is my own, and far from being copied.

Their naivety amazes me! 

As I am far off their reach.

So, where was I?

I know souls around me feel delirious to describe the great qualities I have, the abilities to present ideas, take impossible decisions, something they certainly do not possess.

Some of them at times come to me with their ideas, without considering the fact that they cannot think like me. They are to act - it is for me to think and make things happen.

I am a super being – with fastidious, incisive and fine present ability, class in elegance, the walk as royalty. The finesse none other can match, only envy!

Pause!

Sometime or the other in our lives we do come across such nouveau-riches that feel of themselves as gift to the simpleton Mankind.

Such people think of themselves as the wiseacre that others would give their lives to listen to, or seek wisdom.

To show their supremacy, the often they belittle souls around them the more satiety they get of the thirst to consume others’ self- esteem.

In short, they thrive on suffering and agony of others – ghastly parasites!

With time, some of these empty vessels do actually learn the art of flamboyantly leveraging gift of the gab to build around themselves an aura to impress the meek and vulnerable, but real challenging it becomes when the souls with strong character look them in the eye and shatter their delusion of inflated egotism of ‘Me, Myself & I’.

Food for thought: which category do I belong to?