by sinensys » Fri Feb 19, 2021 7:20 pm
such is the way of the benign usurper, something whispers to me from the depth of my desk's underside. i lie still, listening for that little mumble. the sound feels unbound by the walls of my chamber, but i know it was not from beyond the room's boundaries. i lie still, in waiting, and do nothing to advance myself in any way, merely seeking some unseen spectre's idle musings. my heartbeat quickens, time ticking into that granular rift.
it takes me a week to hear it once more, and this time it speaks a little more harshly. i am the snake and the crane, immobilised only by my desire to seek something new, something better, it tells me. the meek will inherit the earth, and you, skit, will find your place in it.
i bare my teeth and can only laugh with the gentle reminder that, at the end of the day, inheritance implies secondary ownership. the meek will inherit the earth, but it is the bold who truly taste it first.
and so with my palm armed with these vexations i remind myself of my true elegance. i recite to others numbing niceties and to myself the dogma i had heard only as a whisper in the back of my skull: such is the way of the benign usurper, whose etymology stems from benevolence -- i will not wait for opportunity and will instead strive for self-improvement and development.