Cliches about existence make people like crabs in a pale who are having a race. Some who reach the highest peak of the pale are pulled by the ones who are beyond the lowest layer of it. Some think that it is better to start from the darkest world of pain and challenges where they need to defeat humiliation, isolation, degradation, and depression. They are carrying sacks of hard work, determination, and positivity, climbing the slimiest walls of the pale where there is judgment holding dull rusty weapon and shield of give up. On the other side, some finally have reached the tip of the pale. They finally waved the flag of victory without any scratches on their necks and burns on their arms. They have the softest yet have a stone hand, a hand that pushes someone else away, away from the light of success. They are like prey and predator, in order for them to live, they need to bleed. They need to withdraw everything they’ve got even if it means everything to them. In the middle of the pale of battlefield, they could weigh whom to trust. Just simply pinch one’s fair skin to determine who would seek for help. But some, color serves as their basis. Color matters when it comes to status in life. Any shade of color to them defines one’s personality, so with smell. If one is pungent, they would get rid of him/her.
Indeed, crab mentality. People won’t be happy for as long as you have victory, as long as you’re happy. But you are just a human. So be humane. It is true that everything comes for a reason. You do exist because you have your cup of hope. When you came a specific lifeline, where you could feel that the world is slapping you hatred, you would just ask yourself “Who am I, by the way?” You would just look every corner of everything that your eyes can reach. You could feel pity to yourself knowing that they would send you poison and torture, worst----death. Melting colors around them are just laughing at your odd and vague color, it’s plain; full of blacks and whites. But you should not allow them suck all the positivity that swathes you. No one lives by himself; he must live for others. You do not have to provide proofs just to make them believe in you. Let them find you. As long as you stand with dignity and faith in Him, you would find out the answer of your question “Whose am I?”