The beauty in the worst of men is the dogma that they accept that they are the worst.
In this world however, only the worst of men make history.
Only the worst of men desire to be great;
Kindness and love are for the weak.
Ceasar was not kind;
Hemingway wasn’t in love.
Men who hate themselves and the world; change themselves and the world.
Men who seek power, get power.
Some men are not satisfied with money, not with sex, but with absolute control over other’s lives.
They are ugly, arrogant and carry a smirk in place of a smile.
But, oh;
They are desirable.
They will own your mind and soul, they will penetrate your heart and body.
Their ghost shall come back to haunt you all your life.
So, learn to recognise these worst of men and pary that they forget your name.
Because Alexander tortured and killed Bessus just because he couldn’t kill Darius with his own two hands.
Because Gandhi’s Satyagraha was inspired by his wife, whom he would tirelessly beat to consolidate obedient behaviour.
These great men are fueled by the relentless need to exercise their intelligence, their authority, the world becomes a small place and wishes are but ambitions for them.
These men are fueled by vengeance, ego and fear.
These men are studying history and politics while your consciousness is being devoured by a football match.
While you laugh and enjoy the simple pleasures of life;
These men device routines and plans, these men acquire skills, these men learn the banking system and make the economy their bitch.
They are pathetic and only hence can they be great.
The story of each great man; is the story of trading pain.
They sow the seed of pain in themselves and sprout as a tree that bear fruits of greed,
manipulation and lies; oh look how ripe they are!
They make money to not be rich but buy things they don’t want others to own, to buy things they don’t need only to make you feel unworth, to sell you greed.
These men need motivation though; motivation to grow, to be better at being worse.
They find subjects who incite purpose in them;
To stoke the fire in their soul.
As all conquests need a reason, a twisted justification.
For that, they constantly need to be reminded of the things they can never have, they need to be reminded of how unfortunate they are, they need to lie to themselves that they have been wronged.
And you;
Can you make him feel that way?
Shall you be the purpose of his conquest?
Great men are built with blood, tears and piss.
Blood for their struggle, tears for the pain they cause others, and piss? Piss because they are disgusting.
Great men are born each day of each generation; but only a few are motivated enough to take over the world.
Now the question that remains is;
Are you a good enough motivation
