Tai Lung: A Reflection

Of the characters in the show, I certainly did not relate to the protagonist. I guess I come from the opposite side of the spectrum. Indeed, I am probably more like Tai Lung. That is, my constant quest for personal power. And what I am apt to do when things don’t go my way.

The truth being that I am quite a destroyer. In fact, it’s often that I’m proud of it. I suppose that would be a cause for worry, what I do when I reach the peak of my power. Currently, if someone offered me an opportunity to wipe everything from the face of the earth, I would. I guess it’s something like building up this huge store of knowledge, then dying with it. It benefits no one.

Sometimes I do want to be more caring, but it is a difficult thing for me. While I know at an intellectual level that hatred and destructiveness is a sign of weakness, at a certain visceral level I cannot help but feel that they are marks of strength. Independence. Power. It takes great strength to be forgiving and constructive, and by that logic I am brimming over with weakness. I can easily say that I am aware of this and shall think it over, but that would be skirting the issue. What I really need is a constant reminder on a moment by moment basis…