Competition Ends

I once told a confidant of mine about the competition I feel to be as successful as my father and my brother. My father being wealthy, known around the world for his projects and my brother being highly motivated, successful, and determined. I felt the need to compete. Deep down at the time I was just venting my frustrations about being the lost person of my family.

My brother was accepted and will be attending the Harvard MBA program, for which I admittedly told him on the phone that I was jealous, frustrated, yet proud and happy. I realized at that moment, unless some complete miracle and change of luck occurs, I just cannot compete.

We have been talking about my moving out there to Houston to continue a business that I originally moved to Louisiana with the expectation moving to Houston to begin. Around this time last year my bags were packed and something I prepared myself for six months was set to begin. My whole reason for being there was to be in Houston. A year later I have yet to make it to Houston. Around this time last year, I realized there was a fantastic opportunity before me, and I had to risk it. That opportunity eventually decayed but I won't ever say that my choice to stay where I was, was a bad decision. Ever. I had a lot of great laughs, smiles, met great people, and got to know people that I will always love.

My competition has ended with my brother today. Knowing that I cannot compete with his determination and sacrifice of his personal life to achieve what I always considered success.

I now am sitting at a desk, contemplating whether or not to go to Houston a year after choosing not to. The opportunity is there, circumstances are different, and I am single. I have nothing to lose for trying to obtain the very thing that 18 months ago I studied and trained for.

So as I want to congratulate my brother for all his hard work, I too want to vent my frustrations. Not to my lost confidant, but to this blog which really has filled the void. The only thing is, the blog doesn't have wit and knowledge, just the very few readers.

I may find myself in Houston around the very time I was due to be there, just a year late, and even more on my own. But I can say that the lessons learned and memories obtained from this past year from not going to Houston, will have prepared me much more then I was a year ago.

So to all those reading, I want to applaud my brother's hard work and determination. I want to wish him the best in school and with a relationship that will surely be tested to the max. Best wishes.

--Christopher