One More Time

Birth of an antagonist

No matter how hard you try to be nice, to be someone who is accepted by all, to be the most liked person. In this world full of hatred you'll always have people who will go against you. Competitors are everywhere. Sometimes people just hate how successful you have become. Sometimes the person who you thought of as a mentor, a good friend, is actually secretly hating you. Well, the most painful opponent is the one who you look up to the most.

It was another good day in the kitchen, and we were laughing and joking around about the fun things we had on that day. Then a familiar face came to the kitchen looking for me. I was surprised to see him and ran to hug him. He accepted it and asked me what I was thinking when I open up my restaurant. "It has always been my dream isn't it?" I replied. He then replied with a very angry tone "Well, if you haven't realise it yet, now we are competitors, opponent. And I will be glad to take you down!". I was shocked. He stomped away, out from the restaurant. I couldn't lie that I was partly heartbroken and furious. The man I was talking about is none other than Mr. Lacroix himself.

Ever since that day the game is on. It was heated up to the max. The both of our restaurants made it on many headlines. "Couverts et Serviettes VS ses beaux yeux". The both of us were going against each other. We were both trying to be known as the best restaurant in France. "Lacroix est la perfection!". "Walker est hors du monde!". We were the finest chef in France at the moment. It was a rivalry that is so strong that people can only tell who is better based on their opinion. I was Cristiano Ronaldo, and he was Lionel Messi. I was Mohamad Ali, and he was Joe Frazier. I was Rafael Nadal, and he was Roger Federrer. We both had a lot in common that it made us even more of a strong rivalry. Although it may sound weird, but I enjoyed it. It felt like someone is pushing me to be better. It certainly drove me harder to be the best. My friends in the kitchen enjoyed it. The rush, the pressure. Every single part of it. It finally felt like we were in a race.

We were two strong objects, clashing against each other. So intensely, that it creates sparks that could be harmful to anyone close to us. Soon my biggest regret, my worst nightmare came true