t's called the “Battle Royal”. It contains many contestants who all contend for one final prize. “King of the Hill”, “Head of the Class”, “Top of the Heap” and “Sole Survivor” are some of the titles. The gamesmanship is on, and those who believe themselves to be the best of the best compete. Whether it is the victor in a Wimbledon tennis match or the World Series only changes the venue, the premise is still the same: win, and at all costs, be the last one standing.
Yet, how many people even have a cause for which they desire to be the last one standing? Those who compete and engage at those levels there are very few. Most never find a reason for which to go all out, fight to the end, struggle past all the rest, and make it to the finish line first. What would be worth it, and what would make a person desire to pay the ultimate price?
If the ultimate price were paid, what would be the final outcome, what would be the final reward? Would the result be a trophy, a little recognition or a temporary ribbon? Would the victor be able to ride in the parade, meet the President or have a few moments of media shower? Maybe a plague would be place or a statue erected in honor? The title would read, “So and So, the last one standing,” but even those fade away.
So temporal, so temporal, the prize they would contend,
So temporal, so temporal for many to pretend.
So temporal, so temporal whenever one competes,
For that which is fleeting and never does repeat.
For that which is temporal the last one standing contends,
Often forbearing that which never ends.
The difference is major, the energies employed,
Shall one day be determined and never be enjoyed.
For that which was temporal had the greater spot,
And those who competed fought for that which is not.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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