Like five hungry children to one biscuit, nothing is personal.
They’re children who are hungry, the idea of sharing isn’t even in the ballpark.
They fight hard, some harder than others. Perhaps one sits back and, conniving, decides to attack the best of them while they’re winded.
The opposition doesn’t matter. The end result does. The biscuit.
In the end, one child grabs the last biscuit and eats it. Some would say that the one with the biscuit was obviously the best of them, and that they won.
That child didn’t win. They got the biscuit.
The difference is in the context.
Life’s on loop.
