Cinderella's Sister

I am watching the Kdrama titled Cinderella's Sister.
It's how the sister came to be who she is, and how Cinderella came to be her. I mean psychologically.
Both had character flaws, and both had good points. The writer was quite good in portraying the twists that makes you wonder which one is actually the better person.
There isn't a better person.

One is respected because she is hardworking and does not kiss ***. She earns the respect, even if she is constantly mean towards other. The other tries so hard to match the bitterness, while deep inside she is still hungry for a sister's love. She appears shallow, useless, crybaby, but undeniably, she has a charm and honest care towards others that you can't deny.

But of course, it's just a drama. And not very realistic one at that either I must admit.

However I should say, there is no better person between you or me, and even if you hate me so. Even if I deserve it, and even if I retaliate becoming the most bitter person you would ever know someday. There's some part of me that will still wish things were different.

Super powers

I have a confession.
Like perhaps some other people whom I would laugh and shouted 'Loser' at,
I have always dreamt... of... having super powers. Here's your cue to laugh.

At certain moments in my life, I would sit down, and with my eyes open *those movies that require eyes to close for imagination, surely failed at imagining how a person would imagine* I would see myself as a super powress.

What powers, you may ask.
Anything. Anything that separates me from me, like the foolish desire to be cool or unique. It's not about unique at all, it's about knowing undeniably, that I was born to do one thing.

How does that work you may ask? Well, if I have super powers on flying, that would mean I was born to fly, because it's a responsibility for having something no one else has. If I was born a talented painter *and for me, these sorts of talents are super powers too*, I wouldn't be able to run away from painting. It's not about being different. It's about knowing who you are.

I envy those people, I envied Mozart, I envied Beethoven, I envied Da Vinci, I envied Anna Pavlova and many, many more.

I had often imagined, that I suddenly wake up one morning, and as if possessed be able to do something that I wouldn't normally be able to, like playing a very hard piece in a piano, like doing somersaults, like drawing something precisely as I had envision it, like making the world a beautiful place to be in.

Some people argue, that working hard for something, will make all the more satisfaction when you are able to do it. I have respect for people who work hard on something, no question. Some people can reach the sky by working hard, mostly though, like me, will only get so far. Neither here nor there.

That day when I will awaken has yet to come, and I know it won't, yet once in awhile, I sit down and imagine it has.