To be inferior to my wife when hiking allows me to take many lovely pictures of her back.
But right timing is the key factor of being inferior, especially the moment I swing my hands to regain my balance this morning. Mistakes my reaction, a nose-fuming macaque stretches its neck as close to me as possible to show me its big and sharp canines. No photograph of course, I move away from this invasive animal immediately.
I always try to be inferior, as children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive for me to grow down; I keep my child's heart.