The Outcast

How bad it feels when you go to a party because your friends insisted, and then you end up standing alone, eating or drinking something, looking for someone to talk, know this would happen. When you are a part of a club because it is your passion, but the other people in it are not the type you would hang out with, and they are the ones that run the club and its rules. When you are supposed to play a game needing teams, and you are the last one picked. When you have to pair up for a project, and you are the one left partner less..

Being an outcast is something not everyone can experience, and those who don’t will never know the feeling of being one. Outcasts are seen as rude , arrogant people who are not interested in interacting with anyone and shy away from social gatherings. Their friends don’t understand them and their parents think they don’t try hard enough. They are constantly misunderstood and thus they feel that why do the even try so hard when in the end it won’t even matter.

Weirdos, Geeks, Nerds, Pariahs are common names which we are used to. Why can’t these be replaced with Special, Unique, Extraordinary, Prodigy? Why can’t being an outcast be associated with being someone prolific, something beautiful…

Outcasts have a hidden advantage, a hidden potential which they themselves don’t realize.Even I didn’t. We can see the world from a whole new perspective. We aren’t busy mingling, thus we can see how others behave when they are. We have time to think. We have time for ideas. We have the time to ponder on the things that already exist.

Do you think people like Steve Jobs, Albert Einstein, Stephan Hawking would have become what they become if they were the popular people, if they felt included?

Shakira was told that she sang like a Walrus, Walt Disney’s ideas were rejected more than you could count, Oprah Winfrey was told that she wasn’t fit for TV, Obama ran for president, knowing that he had very little chance of winning. These people could do it, why can’t you?

They had the ability to think differently, because they were different, and who says being different is bad.

So its okay if they forget your name, its okay if they forget to count you, its okay if they forget you exist. Because as Johnny Depp has rightly said ‘One day the people that didn’t believe in you will tell everyone how they met you…’

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