Okay, imagine the world, where everyone has special power.
Literally everyone.
And in that world, where almost everyone had that ability, you were born without it. You were born without something that society take as granted, and what depends on everyone lives.
This is the world of anime/manga My Hero Academia.
Imagine live in that kind of society! Imagine, that everyone judges you by something you don't have, the way you were born. Like, people are just crazy! Don't y'all think that?
Tell me. Tell me, why all of us live in that kind of society, when quirks are just synonym of your race, skin colour, gender, orientation, religion.... Why people are just framing racists?
Of course, some people trying to do something with that. But, Iit didn't work. Or at least I can't see that this actions make changes. I know - to change something we need much more time. And this drives me crazy. This mean - I can't be that free in my words like I want to be. This means, I need to hide so much of myself, because my surrounding are... Well, not that kind. This means...
Well, this means I can't be myself, and can't live freely.
And not only me.
So just tell me - why we all don't just, right now, roght here, join forces all together and make a big wave? Why we must take small steps, to make smallest change and.... It didn't even work for long?
Just tell my why this shitty world must be that shitty.
I must be doing something right to get an invitation to both the Honors program and National Society of Leadership & Success at my college, right? I think? I have imposter syndrome despite all of this and having a 4.0 for my degree. My family reminds me that I’m doing well but it’s hard to remember sometimes.
This round of imposter syndrome is brought to you by receiving an invitation in the mail. Gah!
What we have isn't sweet, kind, or pure. It is a red war. I look at myself and I don't see the adoring eyes of a woman in love, instead I see the hardened stare of a soldier. This love is a battle; we will fight, claw, and tear ourselves apart in order to win. But what do we gain? One step forward, two steps back until we are miles apart. Now, I miss the fight- I miss the look in your eyes that would reassure me that you believed in the cause. I miss the expression that confirmed that you believed in me.