As the street bustles away its transient time, you notice their scrutinizing gazes, which lie upon you. As they stare at your soul and gossip to each other, about you. You’re letting them down, they say. “Such a sore loser.”
Because their values anger yours, and because you didn’t exist like them and their souls. And because you lived, not existed.
As the value of life meant more to you than the value of their existence would ever mean to them, ever more than the earth’s people combined. The world meant more to you than their repellent stares could ever fathom. Because they carry themselves unlike you. The sight of your continued fight, how you stand right up, provokes them, in a repulsive way.
Your success hurts them because they cannot count how you could gain more than their expectations could ever lead them to believe.
And that’s how you know, the way their minds have been fed to work, there’ll remain a great difference between you and them.
Like the sun and moon colliding.
Or that saying:
“The sky and ground hold a great difference”
Suddenly you’re reminded of that saying because that’s what it means to you. Defying each other’s opinions. It gives you false hope. Because that’s how one gets outcast at the end of the day. That’s what “normal” is in our world: agreeing to what everyone else agrees, to be spared.
Loving hurts you, yet you continue to love and be loved.
Existence hurts you, yet you continue to live.
Fighting damages you, yet you continue to fight.
In the hope that one day, maybe the world will spare you too.