Some of the humans need to feel better than. Better than the other homo sapiens, that is. That's okay, as long as they aren't trying to make anyone else feel less than.
It can actually be interesting to observe them in action, sort of like watching one of those nature documentaries that sneak peeks survival tactics in the wild.
You know the ones, where lions and buffaloes in the desserts of South Africa square off against one another for bragging rights. Okay, they're just trying to feed themselves and their families (or pride/herd) so, I'll give 'em that one over the humans. They tryin' not to starve, yo.
But even still, there's a whole lot of posturing going on with both the wildlife ... and those domesticated mammals, too.
Because, whether it was Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest or Machiavelli's concept that any means to maintain and keep power are acceptable, a whole lotta humans seem to be subscribe to one or both. In the process, many people leave those in their wake feeling...you guessed it.
Because when someone's main purpose is prove that they are not only at the top of the food chain, but also King of Pride Rock (and apparently, all the other rocks!), it's rare that they don't do so at someone else's expense, you dig?
Look, my parents always taught me that I'm NO BETTER than anyone else. Period. They also instilled empathy, sympathy, and genuine compassion for others in my siblings and in me -- plus the importance of being humble. And just in case we didn't absorb the lesson effectively enough, they sent us to Catholic school to make sure the nuns underscored it, Capisce?
Listen, in a world full of posturing peacocks, power-hungry lions, and boastful buffaloes -- be a gazelle. Sleek, strong, understated,and lean. You know, an herbivore with more horsepower than, well, a horse. A swift, plucky, herd-loyal little being that looks meek but can easily outrun a cheetah, BT Dubs.
Yeah, gazelles though small, are pretty darned great -- and don't need to run around proving it to all God's creatures ... 'cause it's obvious. And hey, speaking of the Big Guy, don't forget that wicked set of horns He gave you; on the off chance some flipping hyena tries to get in your face. I'm just sayin'.