We are all competitive in a way. We try to make ourselves the best, be on top of everyone, be the special one out of everyone, be spectacular. Maybe not all of us have that high competitive attitude in us, but deep down somewhere in us, we just want to be a better person somehow. By chance, or by effort, we just want to be better.

But what about those who are actually fighting to be a normal person?

To be accepted by the society is all we wanted. To be rejected would be the worst.

It does make me wonder if everybody is busy being 'awesome', then when will those struggling to even be normal, ever catch up with us? Are we supposed to turn back and help them? Or are we supposed to be ignorant about the fact that they are struggling?

Fact is, some people are very well ahead of everyone else, that those at the back are barely visible to them, probably non-existant for all you know. It is sometimes frightening to know that reality.

If one says; "its the survival of the fittest", does it mean that the world will be inhibited by heartless and cruel people, eventually?
Because at this rate, if one wants to be successful, one has to have the strength, money and whatever luck there is possible. There is no way one would give up everything they have, just to go back to where they first began. All those struggles, all those moments... humanly, it doesn't seem like a very sane thing to do.
Sure we have some rich people out there, trying to help others by flinging money into their faces. Though I wonder, are they doing it for the sake of publisity? Or are they doing it for the sake of helping?
We would no doubt feel empowered by hearing or watching them providing help to those in need, but it really does question me on their sincerity.

*I am not thrashing anyone here, just plainly stating my thoughts.

Looking at things going on around the world, it makes me stop to wonder what are we actually missing. From the bus event I had, with an Austistic person sitting beside me, I realise that there were still plentiful of things that we could not see clearly. For one, I didn't even remember the name of the 'problem' that person had. I was labeling him as mentally retarded. Fact is, he was actually Austistic.

It wasn't until this morning that I realise that it was actually Autism. When I was randomly browsing through YouTube this morning, there were about 3 videos about Autism placed on YouTube' homepage. Something made me click them, and it got me thinking.

The world is moving so fast under our feets. Yes, I said feets. It is NOT a typo.
The moment we slip and fall, we'd be left behind. How many times can one fall? How many times can one find strength to stand up and brace the current and try once more?

What about those who never had the chance to even try?

Don't get me started with animals.
I swear I will eat humans, then.