Contented,unambitious people are all very well in their way.They form a neat,useful background for great portraits to be painted against,and they make a respectable,if not particularly intelligent,audience for the active spirits of the age to play before.I have not a word to say against contented people so long as they keep quiet.
But do not,for goodness'sake,let them go strutting about,as they are so fond of doing,crying out that they are the true models for the whole species.Why,they are the deadheads,the drones in the great hive,the street crowds that lounge about,gaping at those who are working.
And let them not imagine,either--as they are also fond of doing--that they are very wise and philosophical and that it is a very artful thing to be contented.It may be true that "a contented mind is happy anywhere,"but so is a Jerusalem pony,and the consequence is that both are put anywhere and are treated anyhow."Oh,you need not bother about him,"is what is said;"he is very contented as he is,and it would be a pity to disturb him."And so your contented party is passed over and the discontented man gets his place.
If you are foolish enough to be contented,don't show it,but grumble with the rest;and if you can do with a little,ask for a great deal.
Because if you don't you won't get any.In this world it is necessary to adopt the principle pursued by the plaintiff in an action for damages,and to demand ten times more than you are ready to accept.
If you can feel satisfied with a hundred,begin by insisting on a thousand;if you start by suggesting a hundred you will only get ten.
It was by not following this simple plan that poor Jean Jacques Rousseau came to such grief.He fixed the summit of his earthly bliss at living in an orchard with an amiable woman and a cow,and he never attained even that.He did get as far as the orchard,but the woman was not amiable,and she brought her mother with her,and there was no cow.Now,if he had made up his mind for a large country estate,a houseful of angels,and a cattle-show,he might have lived to possess his kitchen garden and one head of live-stock,and even possibly have come across that rara-avis--a really amiable woman.
What a terribly dull affair,too,life must be for contented people!
How heavy the time must hang upon their hands,and what on earth do they occupy their thoughts with,supposing that they have any?
Reading the paper and smoking seems to be the intellectual food of the majority of them,to which the more energetic add playing the flute and talking about the affairs of the next-door neighbor.
They never knew the excitement of expectation nor the stern delight of accomplished effort,such as stir the pulse of the man who has objects,and hopes,and plans.To the ambitious man life is a brilliant game--a game that calls forth all his tact and energy and nerve--a game to be won,in the long run,by the quick eye and the steady hand,and yet having sufficient chance about its working out to give it all the glorious zest of uncertainty.He exults in it as the strong swimmer in the heaving billows,as the athlete in the wrestle,the soldier in the battle.
And if he be defeated he wins the grim joy of fighting;if he lose the race,he,at least,has had a run.Better to work and fail than to sleep one's life away.
So,walk up,walk up,walk up.Walk up,ladies and gentlemen!walk up,boys and girls!Show your skill and try your strength;brave your luck and prove your pluck.Walk up!The show is never closed and the game is always going.The only genuine sport in all the fair,gentlemen--highly respectable and strictly moral--patronized by the nobility,clergy,and gentry.Established in the year one,gentlemen,and been flourishing ever since--walk up!Walk up,ladies and gentlemen,and take a hand.There are prizes for all and all can play.There is gold for the man and fame for the boy;rank for the maiden and pleasure for the fool.So walk up,ladies and gentlemen,walk up!--all prizes and no blanks;for some few win,and as to the rest,why--"The rapture of pursuing Is the prize the vanquished gain."
