Closing Thought

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back

ceaselessly into the past.

–F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

I think part of him was afraid and rest of him in conflict with that fear.

You see, he didn’t quite know what to expect from himself. His whole existence consisted of being talked down to and ignored. So, strength was never an option.

But that’s just it. His true strength lay in the fact that he would wake up every day and face the adversity. That while indulging in activities that could make heads turn was an option; he never thought much of it.

And just like that he was no longer the animal in the zoo that everyone ignored and walked pass. He became something and just like that every mouth whispered his name in awe.


Only because he persevered and saw the bigger picture. His past no longer stood in the way, but paved the route towards success.