Top of the Hill

And I was the only one able to run to the top of the hill. The ones left behind begged me to come down and help them reach the top, but I shouted: "The ones worth of the top can reach it by themselves, the ones left should accept their fate".
And it felt good to be on top of the hill, I was lonely but superior to my former equals. I made it while they kept on struggeling and were trying to get higher, to reach the top, to be as high as I was. Some did get close to the top, some didn't even make it half way. All they needed was a hand to pull them in, since I removed the branch that enabled me to acces the top. But I never gave them that hand, why would I help someone below me to grow to be my equal? I would just be 'one of them' again, and now I was finally what I always wanted to be: unique.
The people seeing me, almost able to reach me, cursed me. "How can you be so selfish? Just give us a hand, what is the problem in that?". But when I asked them why they didn't help the people, unable to even reach their point, first up there, they replied "they have no obstacles, they way up here is straight, you do not need a helping hand to reach the point where we are, but to get to the top you do". -"I see, well I was able to overcome the obstacles first, so I deserve my spot at the top. And to show you I mean good with all of mankind, I will give you a hand once all people are on the spot where you are, close to the hill."
And to this day, I am still standing alone on the hill. I never expected them to get all of mankind close to the hill, but I am wondering why the ones below me do not just lift one person up, that person next being able to pull everyone below in. So in the end we would all be up on this hill, but let's be realistic: we never will.