and so it goes

Nieztsche said ‘…there are two kinds of people in this world’:

... People who are destined for greatness...and those who are not. He called the ones who are not, the bungled and botched. The ones who sometimes get close to greatness but never have it: the expendable masses, he called them.

I gravitate toward the bungled and botched. They are the expendable masses that never misunderstand. They get it. They get me. I feel comfortable with them. My insecurities become their strengths, their misgivings my grasp. We are impartial, one with the other. Together we balance the scales.

Though I was never destined for greatness, I myself am not bungled nor botched. Albeit, I walk along the edge, teetering somewhere along the external periphery of the gap, but always more comfortable here than there.

I relate to the trodden. I understand. I get it.

To me the intellectuals and wealthy, the so-called ones who were destined for greatness, rasp against the sarcastic side of life, boasting their dues. And, I suppose they earned it. But they are best suited with their own kind. As I am best suited to mine.

I consider myself to be an intellectual and by no means poor but I have never been able to relate to that side of life that touches greatness. I am not one of them nor would I want to be. When I finally became conscious and stopped fighting my own inner demons, I took the ride and found myself in a place of comfort, acceptance and inner peace.

‘Danny’, within her Rumours of Angels Blog, eloquently defines it, ‘It is the energy of delight that enables me to stand in the gap .....”
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