Better: (adj) an improvement on an existing or previous level or achievement.
“Better” is in the probing of the critic.
It immediately has sprouts weaknesses:
- It has us probing and over-analyzing the good things of life,
- And it makes us believe that we are viable or possibly more intelligent by being critical.
Matter of fact, to gain the approval of everyone in the room, all you have to opine is, “I want to get better.”
I suppose it’s because each one of us is intoxicated by the notion of becoming the best. That solitary position, afforded to the individual or even the team that acquires the top position, seems to drive us to the exhaustion of hurrying and worrying.
When is enough, enough?
When do you finish making a great meal, sit down and just enjoy it instead of musing, “You know what this needs?”
When can you have great love-making, and just lay back in ecstasy instead of contemplating the next “better position?”
And when will we finally look across the terrain of our present landscape and point out the attractions that are filled with promise instead of gazing off in the distance, believing there should be more?
Better is an anxious word.
It is filled with dissatisfaction and it often makes us believe that we can do more than we’re actually able to accomplish.
It aggravates the saint and condemns the sinner.
Even though I will probably fall under the spell of those who want to better everything within their purview, for the time being–at least for today–I will enjoy all that I have that is good.