Another Year
Posted: 01 Jan 2025, 14:04
Another year of trying to make it.
Another year of trying to escape this life only to be pushed back in because we do not meet the requirements for looks and being socially well adequate.
The real sick cruel joke of it all is that we are forced to try.
Society forces us to try or else we won't make it another day.
The moment one gives up, is the chance they use to crush us. So most choose to push forward even though they know how the story ends. We don't want to give them the satisfaction of beating us yet we don't have the energy to continue. How many more years can one push through?
Imagine us exiles pushing through the thick of this hellish
jungle, only to find social isolation and hate everywhere we go. While the regular folks kick up their foot comfortably and do nothing but enjoy their lives with a fraction of our efforts.
That's what sets exiles like us apart. Would a hero ever try to save the world if he knew he would lose? The hero tries in comic books because they tell themselves they have a chance and in most cases they seem to do just fine.
Regular folks can dream and hope because their stories don't end as harshly, they know there's more to their lives.
And we all know what happens when we try. When we try to prove to ourselves that this is just a figment of our imagination, that maybe just maybe this is just our insecurity speaking. No. This is real. And we're going to be living this nightmare year after year after year.
Every new year will be a stark reminder rather than a
celebratory one.
This is the trial of exiles. Our fates are sealed.
When we finish this race as we olden in age, no one is going to pat us on the back. It's not for the faint of heart.
Another year of trying to escape this life only to be pushed back in because we do not meet the requirements for looks and being socially well adequate.
The real sick cruel joke of it all is that we are forced to try.
Society forces us to try or else we won't make it another day.
The moment one gives up, is the chance they use to crush us. So most choose to push forward even though they know how the story ends. We don't want to give them the satisfaction of beating us yet we don't have the energy to continue. How many more years can one push through?
Imagine us exiles pushing through the thick of this hellish
jungle, only to find social isolation and hate everywhere we go. While the regular folks kick up their foot comfortably and do nothing but enjoy their lives with a fraction of our efforts.
That's what sets exiles like us apart. Would a hero ever try to save the world if he knew he would lose? The hero tries in comic books because they tell themselves they have a chance and in most cases they seem to do just fine.
Regular folks can dream and hope because their stories don't end as harshly, they know there's more to their lives.
And we all know what happens when we try. When we try to prove to ourselves that this is just a figment of our imagination, that maybe just maybe this is just our insecurity speaking. No. This is real. And we're going to be living this nightmare year after year after year.
Every new year will be a stark reminder rather than a
celebratory one.
This is the trial of exiles. Our fates are sealed.
When we finish this race as we olden in age, no one is going to pat us on the back. It's not for the faint of heart.