cool to be on top

Yes, me is who I am and you is who I’m not. And yes, your life is a misconception. And no, you’re so not better.

In the world you live in, you’re God. You’re always right and you’re always great. No one can touch you. Awesome. Just one thing: you’re wrong. Oh-but-I…

No I-s and no but-s. Oh, and no oh-s.

Who are you to tell me how my life is going to go? Who are you to tell me I’m a failure?! Who, the hell, are you to judge me? That I don’t have what it takes, that I’ll never be good enough, that I’m not like you and that I’ll never be?! Well, you know what? I’m glad I’ll never be. Because I…am so much better.

A dreamer, you would call me. Fine, I dream. But at least I go after my dreams. I run. And that’s why I am half way through to them already, whereas you are where again?! Oh, yes: you’re on top of the world, pointing your finger at the ones below you; telling them that they’ll never reach you. That they’ll never be any good.

Fair enough.

And no, not for you. For them, everyone else. Because one day, not too long from now, your world will crumble and your pride will fall to pieces. And you’ll be laughed at; and pointed at. Humiliated. You’ll be coming back but no one will be looking for you. Because this is how life goes: you have to respect in order to be respected, believe in order for others to believe in you.

You need to give in order to take.

You’ve taken a lot from me and it’s time for you to pay your dues. Life’s a bitch, ain’t it? It’s never too late to taste it, so be my guest.