Odd Duck.

He went to his schools, studied his courses, completed his works on time, talked to his acquaintances, had a couple of laughs, a few sad moments, some happy ones. He did all of that and then some.

College was what was next. It was a very similar journey, only this time he had the wonderful opportunity to face a ton of more sad moments and he never failed to feel one of them. He endured all of them, with a really wide smile on his face but he knew and anyone who knew him knew all that smile was doing was covering the big hole that he knew existed within him. He endured all of it, moved on.
For him, wherever he went, one thing that followed him was the lack of sense of attachment. He never felt like he belonged there and that, whether he was willing to admit it or not, killed him inside. He knew he was the odd duck out from day one. One doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know one doesn't belong somewhere, I guess, we just know these things.

It bothered him and it kept bothering him until the day he was actually willing to accept the fact that it indeed was bothering him. Don't get me wrong, it didn't stop bothering him after he was graceful enough to admit it bothered him, only now it didn't eat him up from the inside. Slowly, unsteadily, he learnt he didn't have to fit in, that maybe that's how he was to be, exactly the way he actually was. The fight within himself came to an end and what bothered him started becoming immaterial.

I guess, he learnt things can only be a problem if they were given that kind of importance. More importance to them, more will be their ability to rule our lives.