Dust on the Throne

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To be in power,  
To be in control,  
To hold the reins—  
Did you just imagine yourself on the throne for a moment,  
A gorgeous crown adorning your head?  

Well, that's the illusion of power.  
It's something every human mind craves,  
Consciously or subconsciously.  

But why?  
What's the great deal about it?  

Is it the kingly image you build for yourself?  
The satisfaction of being respected?  
The sudden spike in your perceived value?  
Or the thrill of being heard and seen by all?  

Whatever the answer, this momentary illusion  
Is a trickster.  
It surely is.  

Now, what can power do to a person?  

It's like walking a tightrope—  
A delicate act requiring strategy,  
Conscious effort,  
And practice  
To strike the right balance.  


Otherwise,  
Down you go,  
Tumbling to one side or the other,  
With consequences good or bad.  

Oh yes,  
Power can harm, too,  
When one chooses to abuse it at will.  

There's a thin line between power and dominance.  
Dominance commands fear,  
Forcing respect.  
But respect should be earned, not coerced,  
Shouldn't it?  

Power can change a person—  
Leave a lasting impression,  
For better or for worse.  

But tell me,  
Does power necessitate rudeness and cruelty?  
Why lose one’s character to meanness or sarcasm?  
Why look down upon others  
Instead of seeing them as equals?  

Power doesn't make us demi-gods or immortals,  
Does it?  

Then why?  


The arrogance that power carries  
Is shocking at times.  
It’s just a position, a responsibility,  
Not a divine right.  
It doesn’t make one the Creator  
Or an equal,  
Does it?  

Where does humility go?  
What about love, empathy,  
And concern for others?  

The Boomerang of Power  

At times, power games resemble a boomerang—  
What goes around comes around.  
The urge for vengeance,  
The wait for a payback,  
Only fuel a futile cycle.  



Dominance is natural.  
It exists everywhere—  
From the gene pool  
To the cycle of life.  
It’s the survival of the fittest.  
,
But it all goes wrong when  
Humans disrupt this natural course,  
Seeking control to fuel false egos,  
Basking in the glory of authority,  
While casting a dark shadow  
That engulfs and suffocates others,  
Reducing them to  
Dark nothingness.  


If only,  
This soul could realize,  
That in the end,  
They’ll be reduced to fine dust,  
Blown away,  
Merging with the elements.  

They would graciously descend the throne,  
Unite with the world,  
And walk among the rest—  
As equals.  


 My Dear Narcissist,  

It’s about time you learned to let go.  

Let’s choose to live,  
And let live.  

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