I remember being called “a loser of our batch” back then in High School. I don’t know why that distant memory resurfaced again after ten long years.
All I knew was the pain I felt when I realized that other people saw me that way. To say that I laughed and brushed it off would be a lie.
In high school, I was the typical, short-haired, rosy-cheeked, chubby kid in glasses. Often the wallflower who finds companionship in books and the truest friendship in silence. I knew everyone, but not everyone knew me. If you asked me ten years ago, “to be invisible” would be my tip to get through high school.
I was the one who got stood up during Junior-Senior prom. I was the one who hung out with the younger kids in our school. I’ve never received a bouquet of flowers until college. I guess I’m a normal person just like everyone else, except I was considered “a loser” back then.
Here I am, staring out the car window ten years after, wondering if what had been said about me was true.
What defines a loser? Who defines you? No. Certainly not them.
Back then in high school, the campus was our world. But beyond that, is something much greater than ourselves. Beyond the school walls, and the cracked classroom windows, is the world just waiting to sift out the real “losers” from the real “winners”.
High school does so little to determine who you are, much less, who you will be. People have the power to tell you who you are today, but only we have control over who we become. We may choose to prove them right, or use it as a stepping stone to prove them wrong.
Until today, I have no inkling of who said such a thing about me (as it was posted anonymously on Ask.fm). But if you wrote that, and you’re reading this, I want to thank you, sincerely.
Thank you for showing me that it is possible to rise beyond one’s labels. That by pulling me down, I realized that it was simply a catapult to lift me up to greater heights. I was once a loser, but am now a winner in the game called life.
Because a real loser is someone who fails, gives up and lives according to what the world dictates.
That’s not us, that’s not me, not today, never will be.
Winners are those who don’t allow stereotypes, labels and put-downs to define their existence. Life is not a game of winners and losers. Life is the time we have to BECOME who we are meant to be. Sure, maybe we’re all a bit different; but in our own way we shine, each in our own spectacular kind of beauty.
If they don’t see that beauty , then tell me who are the real “losers”.
“What am I in the eyes of most people – a nonentity, an eccentric or an unpleasant person – somebody who has no position in society and will never have. In short, the lowest of the low. All right then, if that were absolutely true, then I should like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart” – Vincent Van Gogh