It is obvious that Life deals out different cards to different people at different stages of their lives.
I got a bad draw this time and in hindsight, the last time too.
I had my share of good draws in the past, I didn't exactly excel, but I didn't fritter them away either. Hopefully, they would count some day.
When you get a bad set of cards, Life is a tough master to have.
He makes you kneel and rub your nose to the ground.
And then he places his foot on your head and crushes your face and disfigures you.
When you finally rise from this torment you are ugly and humiliated, your beliefs are shattered, your pride is lost and YOU ARE ONE WITH THE REST.
That's what Life sets out to teach you. You are not f*****g special. You are f*****g one with the rest.
It seems that all you can do is accept things as they are and walk in the crowd, walk faster hoping that you would be in the right place to receive a good draw of cards the next time around.
Amen.
