I am (always) Right

Not everybody gets an opportunity to explore their strengths. I am sure there are many who don’t even know what they are capable of unless thrown into a testing situation. Also there are people who know their capabilities, yet they don’t get an opportunity to exhibit their potentials. Or rather, they played it safe all their lives. I am lucky to have been there and done it; in the bargain, I have gained and lost much.

So, who decides if I was right or wrong? Who declares that I have taken the wrong decisions? Who certifies me as a lunatic to have taken the path that I chose? Society? Ok. If it is them, on what parameters do they judge me? And when I say society, I include my immediate family members too; in fact everybody except me.

At this point, I would love to quote, ‘Nobody knows my journey.’ I believe in this quote blindfolded. I do not know the parameters on which I am being judged to correct myself. I am not sure the person who is judging me knows or have experienced what I have been through; whether the person can relate to my pain, happiness, helplessness or sorrows. It is only me who knows what my aspirations were and what I achieved at the end of my struggle. Hence, I can judge myself and tell if I succeeded or failed.

Do I have the liberty to choose with whom to be compared? If I am being judged in comparison with the flock of people who are a part of dignified labour, swanky apartment, luxurious mode of transport, exotic vacation, then you may be right. However, I would want to be compared with people who have struggled through their life and achieved what they wanted to. In this regard, even a child is successful if he has his way with his favourite toy. Now, the comparison becomes silly and I am declared amateurish.


Hence, I rest my case and declare myself to be right. The quote holds good for me and for all those who agree with me: My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I am right.

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