The Disease of Mortal Greatness

Greatness is power, and power ultimately corrupts the mind, body, and soul. One craves it, is even addicted to it, and once that happens, one would do absolutely anything to maintain it. Using people around one as the stepping stones to one’s own selfish ambition subsequently breeds hatred. Capitalism is festering with Narcissus clones, fully entangled in their own being, caring nothing for the betterment of the society. Capitalism being an economic system in which profit is the only goal, soon turns into a lifestyle, a way society works. The road to mortal greatness taints one, changes one, and secludes one. Tightfisted and alone because trust is below them, the only thing worth fearing is a loss of profit. Their specters are gold diggers, tax collectors, and charities workers. And while they maintain their status and monetary value, they pay the greatest prices of all. They pay in companionship and loyalty because one doesn’t really mind cheating a rich person out of their money, not that they necessarily would intimately converse with one below their self proclaimed status. And a bureaucracy can keep its self delegated titles only because it controls the society in which it thrives. In America, to run for office it takes ridiculous amounts of money because you must actively campaign to the masses that are most aptly reached through their television screens. The little guy, the underdog, cannot compete with the big shot in a competition that revolves around the dollar. The disease of ambition and greatness thus destroys all.