The best or nothing.
It took me an abnormally long time to realise that one only matters if he or she is the best. Less than that, and you’re off the radar where people notice and appreciate you.
That’s the way with life. You only have one option to truly stand out: to be the best of the best, the cream of the crop, the pick of the bunch.
I see the truth in Effie’s words when she said being second earns you nothing at all. Nobody cares about who’s second, or third, or fourth best. They are just add-ons that no one cares about. They exist just because they need to.
In a world where materialism is considered a significant aspect of life, one simply cannot afford to be any less than the best. Being so doesn’t mean you’re not good, just that you’re not good enough, not good enough for the world or anyone around you. Sure, people will always be there to say, “You’ve done your best,” but if your best doesn’t make you the best, it’s no use, is it not? You don’t get to obtain a scholarship if you’re only second best; you don’t get selected for the most wanted job in the region if you’re only second best; you don’t get to be President if you’re only second best. You practically get nothing out of being second, which makes you nothing in the world’s eye.
If anything, you only get pitiful stares and words of consolation that aren’t comforting in the bit, and that is worse than anything else in the world.
In other words, perhaps there is no other goal in life other than to be the best. Perhaps that’s what living this life is really all about. Being the best, beating the rest.