A write-up by Samyak Shah
To: Whomsoever it may concern
Subject: A letter from the kid
who people think doesn’t understand the struggle of the real world
So, I heard that you guys are
having some struggle with getting the opportunities despite being the deserving
candidates? I unfortunately can’t do shit about it, because in this race of
hare and tortoise, the hare sleeps only after he knows he has crossed the
finish line, because I know that announcing your win before winning is for the
fools and the ones who still believe in this 4-letter word called HOPE.
You’ll hate me, you have, in the past, and some of you
still will in the future.
Today, I’m here to tell you
that I’m not much different than you guys, because even in the fairyland, one
has to struggle. Everywhere, there is a competition and everywhere it seems
that the grass is greener (IYKWIM) on the other side.
I understand that my being
spoilt and rich has made you face the consequences like losing the game where
you were the clear winner, but I want to tell you that this is not what I
intended.
I do not want to have all this
power and riches just because my parents said ‘My kid won’t see the things I’ve
seen and he won’t have to struggle the way I did’ and guess what; staying true
to their promise, they have always made sure that I got what I wanted and I’m
helpless here, because I ask for something simple and I get the best in that,
WHY? Because my parents wish the best for me and want me to be happy. Is that
wrong? YES, because in making me happy, someone else is planning on killing me
for stealing what (s)he wanted to have.
Also, it is not that I have
not worked hard, but because I had so much support and headstart, that even my
efforts felt worthless. But that didn’t mean I did not put in efforts, right? I
know you must be really angry thinking ‘Oh, did the rich boy not have enough
comfort in everything?’ and I completely understand why you might feel that.
I’d like to take this moment
and tell you a little personal anecdote so that I can diminish the difference
between you and me.
Sometimes, I think my brother
feels bad because I got the opportunities that I didn’t utilise like he’d have;
while there he is, trying to make head and tail out of several nothings, and
yet always smiling. The respect everyone has for him is because he has worked
hard for everything that he has in his life, and even I respect him for being
the way he is. But one look at how he looked at me, and I realised that I’m the
fairy to his commoner, because I felt that I lived the life he deserved, and
just because his family wasn’t as understanding as mine was, he never got to
the level where he could’ve been able to rule the world if he wanted. He makes
use of whatever he gets and seizes every opportunity, small or big, while here
I am, crying like a child for having my toy broken (not exactly though, I’m
using this comparison to make you guys understand properly).
That’s not the case all of the
times though, because he clearly instructed me that he made grave mistakes that
he didn’t want me to make. Not only did I realise that I had gotten more
chances than he did, but also that I’ve been way more of a diva than I could
ever imagine.
Every time I failed, I kept
falling more and more in my own eyes.
Respect lost in other’s eye can be gained with some
efforts, but getting the respect back for yourself in your own eyes, is really
difficult.
I always wanted to be like him
from the eyes of how people saw him, until I realised how he saw me. I know
that I was comparing my life with someone else’s but there was nothing I could
do.
The fact that I had fallen in my own eyes, is what led on
the guilt of being rich and still being a failure in utilizing opportunities
I hated myself for being rich,
because this is not what I expected when I thought of a rich person.
So now, it seems that you and
I are not so different; after all, you are battling to come to my position,
while I compete to stay where I am and try to reduce the guilt.
That’s all for now.
Yours truly (whether you want
it or not)
Just another kid trying to
make an impact
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