“Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man…
It is the comparison that makes you proud: the pleasure of being above the rest.
Once the element of comparison is gone, pride is gone.”
I have never been a competitive individual in my time; if you are too busy trying to get ahead of the pack, you miss the joy of the journey.
All of us have our own sets of skills and talents; how we use them is for ourselves alone to choose.
I get satisfaction from creating a model that looks like a living, working machine in miniature.
I get enjoyment when someone looks at a model I’ve created and comments to the effect that what I’ve created is exactly how they remember such things back in the day.
Yes, I enjoy seeing my creations in their own right. I take pleasure from the fact that perseverance and practice have brought my skills to their current level, but there’s something equally enjoyable about my work triggering a happy memory for someone.
That’s the sort of thing I enjoy about modelling. I like to create scenes I have no true memory of but hopefully to a degree that they look right and it’s the highest testimony when a viewer recognises something I’ve made for what it’s intended to represent.
I’ve built these talents and skills over a long time and I’m aware that I’ve developed them to a high degree but I don’t consider that this confers any kind of superiority over my fellow man.
One thing I enjoy is passing on my workbench skills and experience to others. If you have skills isn’t it better to share them among your fellow human beings so they too can develop and improve their own skills?
I would rather do this than sit on a lofty perch of elitism, looking down with disdain upon ‘lesser beings’ whose work still has room to develop.
I’d much rather help them up to my own level than dismiss them as talentless drones.
It’s a sad abuse of a gift conferred by fate.