Good Luck

“Good luck to you,” she whispered in my ear as she pecked the air next to my cheek and walked away.

My brain told me to say “thank you” – that’s how I’ve been brought up – but I was caught off guard and cognition was limited.

But she is right. Good luck to me indeed.

In a world where I have to convince, argue and force people all the time to let me keep doing the things I am doing or let me do the things I want to do, I need all the luck I can get.

Don’t get me wrong: I am not oppressed or suppressed. I enjoy almost a first-world like lifestyle despite being a speck in my third-world country’s population. But I definitely live in a place where even a broader mind does not let go of (their own definition of) traditions, social structures and the its-always-done-this-ways. And people like me will always want to travel in two different boats at the same time.

It will always be done this way. Good luck to me indeed.

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