There’s no need to stop someone when they can’t leave in the first place.
When I was younger, that’s what an old fisherman told me when I asked him why he had a bucket of crabs but no lid on it to prevent them from escaping.
He could see I was confused so he explained it in a way I could understand.
He told me that all these crabs had the same goal, simply to survive, and the longer they were in that bucket meant failing that goal.
You would think that would mean that they would all be spilling out of the bucket one by one but no, just like people, these crabs are selfish.
They think if they can’t have it, no one can.
They see crabs in a better situation, more at the top, faster, stronger, think of any advantage you can come up with and it doesn’t matter.
When you get close to that sweet feeling of freedom, you’ll get pulled down by another crab and the darkest realization comes to you, you will spend your final moments in the bucket.
The next time you’ll breathe air outside of the bucket is the brief moment before you’re boiled alive.
It doesn’t matter how strong you are, the numbers will catch up to you.
It doesn’t matter how fast you are, to get to the top you have to climb on the others trapped like you, you think they’ll let that happen when they know they’ll never escape?
No, jealousy rears it’s ugly head at the worst moments.
Even if you were lucky, fresh caught and already at the top, those below you will remind you why you got caught, this isn’t a day made with luck, only death waits for those trapped in that circular prison.
Even the best in that bucket suffers the same fate as the worst.
Their fire, their heart, their fighting spirit crushed by those who should want them to succeed but instead blinded by jealousy, set out to destroy them in their own bid to glory.
Seem familiar BMF? Alone, you collected vast accolades, became known around the world but your individual moments in the sun were short lived when you were snatched and thrown into the seemingly open trap that is OSW.
You’ve all had your moments at the top here but have been dragged back down to scratch and claw with the rest of us trapped here.
Even you Pyre, you’re at the very top, feeling the glow of the sun once more, moments from fleeing your trap, you feel those who used to have your best interest at heart pulling you back down.
What you get for burning their hopes and dreams first.
You’re all stuck here just like us, I’ve been in the bucket long enough to know that the only good thing about being at the top is you don’t stay in the bucket for long, that fisherman will simply cook you first.
In that case, if this is my last supper with Vayikra before my own demise, we dine on crab tonight.