Spite is a funny concept. Initially purporting a negative connotation, spite is often associated with bitterness. Like a grumpy old troll dealing with life’s shortcomings, spite attempts to make other people miserable-perhaps seeking revenge for being wronged, or to make people jealous, or to be a royal pain in the neck just because you can.
I don’t condone the above uses, but I appreciate spite. When utilized properly, spite transforms the troll into a really motivated guy. Have you ever been told you can’t do something, so you do it just to prove you can? That’s spite. Told you weren’t good enough, so you worked harder? Yep. Been told your ideas are stupid? Uh oh, bring out the big guns-this troll is building his bridge!
Spite motivates us to be movers and shakers in a world that is dead still. Stuck in conventional commonality is sedentary; a cactus in the desert. Add some spite and you bring rain to the desert. With this rain the cactus begins to flower and the desert comes to life. The flower produces nectar which attracts bugs which attract birds which attract predators…. See my point: Earth comes to life because you’re making it move.
So keep those criticisms coming because I’m going to continue being spiteful. And I will teach my children about spite. Because in this world of trolls, sometimes that’s all we have with which to build the bridge to our dreams.