Humbling the rest, Schumacher weaves through Circuit de Catalunya. The radio conversation, post-race ceremonies and the press conferences accentuate one character. Arrogance. Sheer Arrogance. The imperiousness is exhilarating.
There is a thin line between confidence and arrogance. The assertiveness that mastery precipitates is nothing short of Victorian haughtiness. And I miss the self-righteous bastard I always was and that has manifested as my Everest. Waddling in a sea of mediocrity and belittled to minions gut me. It never has and never will be about others. It’s just my megalomaniac “Super-Ego”. Battling mediocres’, pawning his dominion, oblivious to the scathing critiques, eyeing the top step, MSC stomped on to the global arena. Again.Nobody but himself to prove to.
Taking a leaf out of my all-time favourite sportsman, gritting my teeth, I should give my all. Hoping to tame my leviathan of an ego, I tread to reach the podium. As he said,a direct quote, "I'm Michael Schumacher. I don't need to test my driving ability". I might fail by the yardstick of others but success will be only by mine.