My first entry of the not-so-new year. Well, I'm suppose to start the new year on a fresh and positive note, but some things can't be helped, some things cannot change even across the years. Yup, so here's another side of the seemingly optimistic me.
Against all odds. Why do we say that? To push ourselves on, to inspire others to overcome their barriers and difficulties they face? Why not against all evens? Why must we go against the poor odd one out, the lonely independent party that has been left out of the evens, making its life worse that it is actually is? Is there really no mercy in this world for the people who are left to stand alone? No help given to the one that cannot fit in and not adapt to the world?
To go against all odds, to overcome your hardships, to climb every barriers placed in life, never giving up. What happens if you are the odd itself? Everyone is going against you, trying to climb over you and push you out of their life. They all surpass you, and some go pass unimaginable heights by just making use of you as a stepping stone, leaving you flattened and giving you no opportunity to stand up. However, as an odd, even with the strength to stand up, there is no way you can go against yourself fully. You will only be trampled on again, and collapsing with just your own weight, pulling you down to the lowest of all levels.
The odd against the evens.
Two is better than one, the evens always wins.
Two is better than one, the evens always wins.
The world has a common inspiration, Against All Odds.
But it turns out, I am an odd itself.
It's me against the world, me, myself and I, no one else.
