It takes a million of compliments to build you up and one insult to send it all to crashing down.
I know that in your eyes I am just a mere peasant, a modern day slave, a person without value or worth, an additional weight on your shoulders, another individual to feed.
I know that you have already concluded that I have no brains and I do not have any contribution to your empire.
Well, first of all, I am sorry.
I am sorry that I failed you bigtime.
I am sorry that you can’t trust me.
I am sorry that I can’t understand the process.
I am sorry that I can’t give you professional advice.
I am sorry if I am just a mere brainless peasant.
But even though you are the person who helped me put food in my family’s table, you do not have the right to belittle me and bring down my self-confidence.
You do not have the right the throw stones to my soul.
You do not have the right to inflict my spirit with fear and doubt.
You do not have the right to kill my dreams.
I may be a loser to you but I am my family’s hero and you have no right to define me and my future. You may be the god of this world but you are not my creator. The fear that you inflicted is just temporary and I finally decided to break free!