Everyone loves to root for the underdog. The main expectation of the underdog is to lose. We love to pull for that little engine that could, that David against Goliath, that tortoise over the hare, that one who has to overcome devastating odds to emerge on top. We have an easier time identifying with the one who struggles. The "favorite" often garners less "fans". Our experience in life more closely resembles that of adversity and triumph over tragedy. It is harder to identify with the one to whom life seemingly comes easy. The victory is that much sweeter when it is in an upset.
I have traditionally loved to be underestimated. It's easier to catch them by surprise when they don't see you coming. It is curious that often I choose a more difficult path, put more obstacles in my way, create deeper holes to climb out of, manufacture situations designed to achieve underdog status. The victory has not seemed "enough" unless a struggle was necessary. It almost as though I could not get my engine hot or my juices flowing unless I perceived that I was not only successful but I did it in dramatic fashion. The adrenaline buzzes a little more intensely with added pressure.
I wonder if I will become comfortable with expected success. I wonder if it will feel as big a victory when it is predictable. As I conduct my life with less conflict and drama, quiet achievement becomes the norm. Am I willing to give up my role as the underdog and accept the satisfaction of accomplishment without flare?
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