The Art of Compensation
When i was in my freshman year of high school, I auditioned for the dance troupe but due to some unfortunate events, i didn’t make it. I remember being so devastated as i sent my papa a text message telling him about what had just hapened. And then he replied…
And then there was this one time when I lost a tennis match against an extremely manly girl and it made me seriously doubt my abilities as a tennis player. I remember my papa putting his arm around me and saying…
or
“So what? It’s his loss anyways.”
But I’m thinking about it now and i’m realizing that all these lines are only said to blind us and just that.
Because in the end, i still wasn’t on the dance team. Instead, i was just sitting in the audience rotting in jealousy.
By the end of that tournament, i still didn’t go home with that medal.
By the time i go to bed tonight, i’ll still be alone and most of all…
and i know it.
I think like this too, a lot. At the end of the day, someone loved us enough to tell us that we were the best for them. That’s a club very few people in this world get to attain. It does matter.