Limelight never shirks the ultimate conquerors. What about the losers? Far away from the mirthful crowd, they are lost in gloomy times. Every soul try their best to sustain in ruthless competition, but luck seldom favours the fate.
People die living hoping against hope but nothing bears fruit. Slammed against the hard times, crawling slowly on the pavement meant for success. Others ran over you thwarting your dreams, crushing the hopes for the novices. Every act is smirked with a contagious smile. If the podium is made for the winner, why the runner ups are gently pierced with scuffed views. In a batch of 40 only one person can top, because top spot is iced for single person. That top notch position is declared by the judges on the basis of some parameters. Why that person is given the undivided attention despite being superior in one aspect? What hurts even more are the bitter views for the runner up. If he/she excels in some other aspect, why not pull down some words of praise rather than refuting him/her for the lost race.
I quit. I quit this beleaguered catwalk. I do not compete with anyone. I have my own laid down principles to live with, hard-earned mental toughness to sustain and a very dear flock of friends. Good luck for your race of life. I am happy not being a part of it, never being a part of it...
People die living hoping against hope but nothing bears fruit. Slammed against the hard times, crawling slowly on the pavement meant for success. Others ran over you thwarting your dreams, crushing the hopes for the novices. Every act is smirked with a contagious smile. If the podium is made for the winner, why the runner ups are gently pierced with scuffed views. In a batch of 40 only one person can top, because top spot is iced for single person. That top notch position is declared by the judges on the basis of some parameters. Why that person is given the undivided attention despite being superior in one aspect? What hurts even more are the bitter views for the runner up. If he/she excels in some other aspect, why not pull down some words of praise rather than refuting him/her for the lost race.
I quit. I quit this beleaguered catwalk. I do not compete with anyone. I have my own laid down principles to live with, hard-earned mental toughness to sustain and a very dear flock of friends. Good luck for your race of life. I am happy not being a part of it, never being a part of it...
1 comment:
Either that one position or the game is over! This is life.. haha
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