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There is desperateness in the farmer’s voice when he says, we need some rain. In his vulnerable state, he looks to bring the tribe together. He doesn’t say, I need rain. He says, we need rain. It’s animal instinct. When we fear losing what we have, we turn to the tribe for strength. Take team sport. Players who clash off the field often bond on the field, not just in the hope of winning, but in fear of losing.

At face value, it seems selfless to wish well for the tribe. Yet rarely is the individual thinking of the tribe. When one farmer loses his crop, the first thought on his neighbours mind is will what effected him, effect me? The same is true in sport. One team mate’s injury is another player’s concern primarily because it affects the team’s opportunity.

Sure, there is a beauty to vulnerability. It brings the collective together. But there is something much more beautiful to playing a game in which we depend solely on ourselves. The tribe will drop us as soon as our dependence on them outweighs their dependence on us. It’s nature. As animals we are wired to interpret weakness as sickness.

Don’t get me wrong, this is not a call to arms to abandon the tribe and run solo. And it is not a call to arms to stand on the shoulders of others in pursuit of our desires. It is simply to say, enduring happiness is rewarded to those who work themselves into a position where they depend solely on themselves. This doesn’t mean they put themselves first. There is no need to when we reside in a collective of one. And it doesn’t mean individual players don’t experience the love of others. If anything, they are part of the rare few who experience unconditional love because they place little expectation on the people in their lives.

This is simply a reminder that whilst wealth should be shared with others, it should be collected alone. It is a reminder that to be truly happy, we must play our own game and depend solely on ourselves. When we don’t, we blame. And when blame, the entire tribe is affected.