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Your Priority is not His Priority


There are 2 baskets on the table. You could only choose the contents inside one of the baskets. You can´t have both. One contains 1,000,000,000 US dollars cheque. One contains a Ticket to anywhere you want in this world in unlimited times. Which one would you choose? It’s a 50/50 choices. Some would choose the million dollars, or some would choose the freedom to go anywhere (especially in this critically freedom-restricted timing). There’s nothing wrong choosing whichever because everyone has their own preference, hence priorities are different among each other.
          Priorities are a ranking people tend to have or subconsciously decide on when facing a dilemma between both options that inevitably can’t be enjoyed together. When you have a different goal than your aspiring friend, you can’t be shameful to admit that you want to be a superhero but not an engineer that all your friends want to be. You just have different priorities. Period.
          Let me give you an example. Do you still remember the time that in a restaurant, you highly recommended your favorite dish to your beloved friend? You kept telling your friend how scrumptious the dish was, how the chef had brought out the essence of the dish, how every ingredient was complementing each other. Yet, your friend decided to go against you. He/she chose another food that you had a bad experience of. You were furious and angry that your friend was stubborn and being a horrible person for not listening your advice and he/she was going to regret it after tasting the food.
          To be honest, why the fuck do you care if he/she had a bad taste on foods or later on going to go toilet on countless time from eating bad food. But back to the topic, everyone has a different priority, vision for their life. Probably, that friend really likes the rather less favorable dish of you than the recommended dish. He/she put that food as his/her first priority than other food on the menu. It’s okay that they wanted to experience it because it was no harm in it other than some complaint later on. Nonetheless he or she got to bear with it because he/she prefers that.
          People love different things. Some loves punk music; some loves pop songs. Some loves apples; some loves oranges. Some loves to be a leader; some loves to always on the following side. You can’t judge people on their choice that they made, because priorities are different from each other. At this moment I want this nasi lemak. In the next second I might change my mind, choosing the roti canai for my life meal. So, you don’t have to hate him because he likes it differently than you. It’s because priorities are not the same between you guys.
          Surely, there’s also possible for you to have many options on the same plate too. That only could happen when you work hard enough, and the luck is on your side. When the time comes that you can have both the 1million dollars and the ticket to travel anywhere, do hit me up. I could be your new priority if you let me into your life. 😉

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