Interesting take...

[catzmeow]

Why do society's poorest and most powerless traditionally excel at competitive athletics? Why do society's richest and most powerful invest so much effort in personal training and ostentatious physical feats? I have a theory which is correct: because the physical realm is one in which everything you get is absolutely earned by your own hard work. You can buy all the "Lululemon" pants and expensive shoes and designer steroids in the world, but that won't make you strong. You have to fucking work for that shit. Son. Likewise, you can be from society's most neglected and discriminated-against socioeconomic stratum, but when you step in a boxing ring, it's you and two hands, just like the other dude. If he's richer and more powerful than you, it doesn't mean that he gets an extra hand. It's just more incentive to whoop his ass.

You didn't earn your education. You didn't earn your job. You didn't earn your looks. You didn't earn your money, or your popularity. Sure, hard work may have played a role, but not nearly as big a role as nature, nurture, and luck. You can't really take credit for that stuff. Not really. Not if you're honest. To feel a true, honest sense of accomplishment—one that you earned and fully deserve—you have to do something hard. That no one helped you with. That you paid for in pain.

You have to do something so hard, in fact, that you can't do it—not today. But with work, and effort, and the sweat dripping off your own lattisimus dorsi, you will be able to, one day.

Pick up 400 pounds off the ground. That's an accomplishment. Finish a marathon. That's an accomplishment. (Stupid one. But still.) Fight in a fair fight. That's an accomplishment. Super Squat new personal record poundage! Now that's an accomplishment! (Most hardcore.) What do all of these accomplishments have in common? They weren't handed to you on a silver platter by your mama's teat with a side of her widdle baby's favorite cookie-wookies. They were paid for in full by calluses ripped off your hands which were the same calluses you got working toward the goal because the price of all good things is pain.

Source: The Ecstasy of Accomplishment

 

[Huey]

why are white people so jealous of the accomplishments of Black people?