Whatever the endeavor, an inner sense of discontent drives them to want to be like a country’s heralded Olympic hero getting draped with a medal by judges. Once enjoying the victory, a fear of losing engulfs their being, until, someday they are motionless, affixed to the red carpet of their surroundings.
If Freud were alive today, he would probably blame social media for the gratification gridlock that leaves many, out to prove themselves as the best gamblers, ending up trapped in a modern-day location of a forgotten country. Celebrated forums overlook losers, while their pages watch the best, one-track jocks plan where to take their lives every waking minute of each day. Until, hopefully, maturity gives the so-called active pros a goal of becoming more like an order of passive jalapeno nachos.