# 1

Everyone strive to be # 1
Being ambitious, and have everything they want
To be the best, on top of everyone else
Fame and fortune, the luxury to dwell
A name that everyone knows
The face which everyone looks for everywhere they go
The popular one
The # 1.

In comparison, it is always the better if not the best
In doing the utmost, the best it gets
Strive for perfection
No room to make a mistake and be human
Must stand out in the crowd
The popular one everyone loves to hang out.

The quest to strive to be # 1
To chase after the things and dreams, never seem to be done
The never ending quest
Till the soul is tired, and energy drenched
Then it is too late to enjoy the fruit of labour
Cos one is so old, so dead, just waiting to be buried under
When it seems that all the time, the things that matter
To be # 1, is just a matter of number.

Let everyone else who want to be # 1
Do whatever and do however they want
A handful who has the capability, won't do so
Don't want to get into the competitive world
Wealth is nothing, in comparison to health and joy
A worry-less world, and so much of simplicity to enjoy.

Don't compare, the past is gone, and the future ushers
There is always going to be someone and something better
But is looking for perfection, guarantees happiness?
Does having the finest ensures satisfaction?
Or merely appreciating what is given, and who is by the side
Cherishing the given opportunity, and gathering smiles
That valuable memories
Supercedes the ambitious # 1.