It's unbelievably good fortune, how an ugly duckling has today the privilege to be regarded as a graceful swan by a few kind spirits.
I didn't always use to be like this. Pleasant, confident, easy-going. I know I'm still a rigid perfectionist in the eyes of many, but I'm certainly a far cry from the snub prefect in primary school.
Actually, I never even suspected that I was worth something; much less the possibility that I was smart. It's true I breezed through my education, and my bosses seem to like me, but I appeared so ordinary next to my scholarly and popular friends. I still do. I've entertained many a thought that they were my mates only because I made them shine. Yet they would insist on giving the world only to be as together a person as I.
The world is one confused oyster, isn't it. Which was why I determined in my heart, that the person who said one's defenses break down with age, was wrong, right from the start. Because regardless of the verity of the statement, I resolved to make it so.
Today I have not let down my guard, I have simply made it less offensive to the unacquainted soul. My untrusting disposition has been explained into paranoia, taken for elitism, and disguised as insecurity. Behind this graceful facade, the ugly duckling abides as real as ever.
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