Denial.

I used to be the firmest believer of the statement that somewhere, someone wants me to go down and that the odds are always stacked up against me, based just on my own life experiences. Maybe they are, maybe they're not, recently I've come to understand that it doesn't matter.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

My successes and failures aren't a consequence of someone else's choices. Its mine. And as long as I pretend like its not mine, as long as I stand wherever I stand in complete denial of everything that I am and I have been, I have no chances of ever smiling truthfully from the right places in my heart. And not that life has always been unfair to me, but just that even if it had indeed been fair to me in every possible way, I wouldn't ever have gotten around to appreciate it for what it is because of my denial. And not to mention, life doesn't owe me anything. Including fair treatment. It has never promised me that I'd be treated the same way I treat people, let alone the way I want to be treated. At no juncture did it tell me it would pour down happiness all over me and no point did it promise me any kind of success. Don't get me wrong, life never promised me sadness and failures either. It offers exactly what it offers,  nothing more and surely nothing less. I'm slowly, but hopefully surely, coming to accept them gratefully and gracefully.

Love, peace.