The Best Rider - on the Strongest Horse, Please!

As a kid my cousin and I used to play this game with an old indian (native American for the politically correct, which was not part of my childhood dictionary) tribe with beautiful horses and a "cowboy" fort. There were guns, there were huts, wooden houses, hats and battles...


In my pursuit for perfection, being taught to be quite anal even as a kid, I used to always put the best-looking rider, with the richest garments and the biggest muscles on the prettiest, white horse. To me this was a way of looking at the chance to have it all. Then of course, there'd be the struggle of who would play with that toy, because the alternative was the ugly indian on the ugly horse, which noone wanted to play with.

My cousin always had a different approach. He'd mix and match. Something, completely irritating to me. Since in that case there was no way of full satisfaction. You were either stuck with the ugly rider, or the beat-up horse.

Today this makes me think how early in life lessons come, to teach us submission. The "you can't have it all" attitude gets implanted in your head and sets you back for life. Teaches you how to put up and put out to injustice.  Cuz had learned his life lessons before me, being more than 3 years older and knew, I guess, that you can't have it all. Well, I wanted it all and my whole life I've been reaching for it. I've had the half-bread comfort of being almost there...but I just wasn't satisfied. My only true happiness that I will defend with my life - my family - alkA. and Sami, are truly my blessing and no day goes by without me thanking that I have the miracle of love in my life. But my glass seems to be half-empty still. As I need to know that I can secure their lives as well as mine. I want to achieve more in life and have a better chance of providing for my son than my parents could give me. So, I just can't lie down and accept. There's so much I want to do, so much I wanna be! I remember here the story about the two mice, which I heard in the movie "Catch me if you can". When they fell in the bucket of cream, one gave up and drowned, but the other kept on struggling, until the cream hardened and became butter, so she got out.

What happens if the cream never thickens? Is this when the second mouse gets ridiculed for wasting its last moments and dying of exhaustion, rather than giving up in peace?

Which mouse are you?
Do you like pretty riders on ugly horses? Or do you strive for perfection? All or nothing? Life or death? Or simple mediocrity? I warn you the road of dissatisfaction is steep...but the only one I ever liked...