inferiority complex thy suffer…

Come on, dont lie to me.

Recount now how many times we are trapped in the midst of an awkward situation or a conversation about one’s success or achievements. You know, those chats about " sekolah asrama mana?’ " awak debater ke berapa?" " dapat tempat ke berapa dlm malaysia" and now the latest craze, " dapat pegi mane? course ape?" and we, the non-entity’s who somehow stuck between a bunch of somebody’s just kept our mouth shut.

Loads of time.

And silence speak volumes because people  knew, that exactly at that point, inferiority complex had wriggle their way into our stomachs leaving us with this stinking feeling of unworthiness and pity for ourselves.

It is a subject interesting to ponder as i have lots of acquaintances that i’ve been lucky enough to encounter who’s capabilities and abilities are somehow a standard above par among others.I’m talking waaaay above .

There’s the guy with superintelligence, the chess master, the eloquent  debater who debates at international levels,the math genius armed with sudoku, the computer whiz-kid specializing in html, the cool guitarist who can play anything and as of late, the emergence of a ultra-species who’s  good in practically everything. A master of all trades.

" Dialah pandai, dialah lawa, dialah kaya, ketua pengawas pon die.Budak pakej."

                                                                 - everyone

The Flawless Species. Like some model human prototype.The lucid dream of every private corporations clamouring to offer scholarships and grants.

And we envy this particular clan.As if shrunked, we figured that mice-sized does not even reach on how miniscule we felt.Self -loathing gets the better of us for not being born as one and there goes the long journey of climbing up the ranks . Hence , the origin of a culture called hedonisticism and narcissme.The race of acquiring some trade or skill profounding had become the paramount concern and importance of a human being.

I have nothing againts progressiveness,just the negativity of it. Especially towards scores of individuals who felt nothing but sorry for themselves when being surrounded by friends who turns out to be  superhumans. Well, it is biologically natural to feel jealous but when its started to end in hating your mere existence, maybe we should put the cycle to a halt.

My advice? Please stop. The anguish and insecurity will only eat yourself back.

Think in a new perspective that transcends stereotypes. Those superhumans must possesses some flaw too. After all, the word " human" is still tagged to them.They just shy themselves away from the limelight .

Scourge deeper for i your strength and work them to your advantage.Polish it well and you’ll never know, your turn to shine will come.Define success on your own , not others as a yardstick because the basic human flaw is we never felt enough .

On a lighter note, I never listen to malay songs much but i heard an upbeat one on 8tv which  oozes with positivity in every note and i thought it might be a good idea to share it, just for the environment.

World peace!

Generasiku, OAG

Pagi terjaga dari mimpi,

terasa hati senang sekali,

pasti dunia ku punya hari ini,

bersama kawan-kawan ku pergi,

ketawa riang senang hati,

indahnya dunia, ketika kita muda remaja,

Chorus*

Segalanya dalam genggaman

walau apa pun tak kan menjadi halangan

Hidup ini setia menanti

Generasiku bersinar bagai mentari

oh( 16x)

Bridge

jangan takut jatuh ke bumi

bingkas bangun melangkah lagi

ke depan, lari dan terbang menuju bintang,

hanya kau saja bisa menentu

arahmu yeah..

Ulang chorus *

P/s" The writer is convinced she’s not a superhuman. She  can recount at least 18 times shes dragged into one of those " awkward" moments.

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