Vultures. Or are they scavengers?

They seem to be around you all the time. They're coaxing, they're nice, they're friendly, they're lovely.

All but an illusion.

What they really are doing is waiting for you to fall to your deaths. To raise you up high enough to let you lose yourself, and fall miserably, so they can enjoy the remains of you.

I feel threatened. I don't feel safe. Its as if the words are there just for show. Hiding their true purpose. I don't know who to trust, and might as well not trust anyone. Its true that nowadays whilst the compeition increases, the underhand tricks are decreased.

Nevertheless, how would one know when a thief will strike?

Then again, did the underhand tricks really decrease? More likely, it evolved. Rather than an obvious move to undermine your performance, which the culprit can be clearly, and relatively easily caught. The vultures seem to have evolved.

Instead of simple, obvious tricks. What they use is psychological tricks. Impossible to identify by others, impossible to catch. After all they did not enter your dreams and plant a thought. All they did was to brainwash you day by day into thinking you're the best, you will never fail.

Evidence? Aplenty. Concrete ones to be used for accusation?

None.

Such is the power.

Beware, for if you don't, you have no one to blame but yourself. What they emphasize are correct, this is indeed the long walk, the one that we ain't supposed to stop. Just that always keep focused. To disregard their trick of the mind.

Reward, after all, if for no one but yourself.