What I Want, I Get

"What I want, I get."

Only two types of people say this. One, those spoiled brats who are used to getting their way. Always. Grew up getting anything they wanted. People catered to their desires no matter what. They get what they want to please themselves.

The other type, which is worth elaborating, are the persons who get what they want because they work their way through it. No one would feed them their desire. It is usually proven in adversity- these persons maneuver and power through whatever labyrinth they're in to get what they desire. They deliver. They get it. True, it may not happen a lot. But the minority of these instances greatly outweigh the majority of failures.

These people fight. These people hold themselves responsible for the consequences of their actions. These people are often in control. They are known to be stubborn. To them, this certain kind of relentlessness is life. Everything else not pursued this way is not worth having. As a by-product, these control freaks are very appreciative and protective of their gains.

But what happens when these people don't get what they want?

Hopelessness and helplessness stand prevalent in their midst. They tend to put themselves in solitary confinement; they tend to dive into a melancholic reflection. They tend to analyze. Sometimes in excess. They think of how things may be different. They often dwell into their own version of reality- the visualization of the "what if" and the "what could have been" had the circumstance sailed in their direction. Yes, they cry. Yes, they fall in despair. Yes, they summon the Supreme Being. And they slowly succumb to defeat...but not entirely.

As they reach the depth of their gloom, they start analyzing again. They look for possibilities. They realize that, while they may have no control over the entire situation, they still have control over some parts of it. And they grab that opportunity. They take advantage of the pieces that fell apart. They use these pieces to rebuild the different "whole" that they never saw in the first place. Although despair, loneliness, and anguish may occasionally visit them, as they have always lurked around, they tend not to prevail again for long.

However weird the circumstance may be, or however taxing the whole thing is, or however big the risk may be...they still go for it. They strongly believe in the adage that tells us "...when you are hardest hit, then you must not quit". They have always believed in their resolve. In their instinct. In their desire. In the future that one day, their wish will cease to be a mere thought. One day...one day...

"I finally got it."