Friends of sorts

OF friends with sorts. Or sort of. I seldom wonder why all things fall apart at some point in life. Whether the person is pitiable or just a delinquent living his days out in the sun! Life will deal each, some of the worst and bewildering cards ever seen.



More often than not, the delinquent (aka the delicate) is dealt spectacular cards in his early life. Private schools, birthday presents till he can't count of them from his fingers alone. The same can't be said of the impoverished fellow, nah.... Scrapper is the word. His the guy whose second-rate, inferior, substandard, the list is endless.



One need not be a rocket scientist to figure out where the scrapper lived when the cards were dealt. A befitting description would be billion meters from the dealer, but that stretch isn't far-fetched. The stapler without staples, the homeowner without land. A dreamer with no bed. The guy building castles in the air, a passive smoker whose step-dad is the epitome of a poverty-stricken man. Hapless, pitiful and ill-starred do not get close to I.D-ing., his existence as a replacement father figure.



As one gallops for air the other is looking for a tan in the sun for the thrill of it. Just being him is all he knows how to be be. Condescending, loathing and ungrateful. The picket fence isn't his resting lush. The facade that is being him in all his supposed glory, is his eternal mantra me .... me .... me! Conspicuous like the wind. Forever aiming to be felt and not seen. The warmth of the soul is useless to him, the idea of belonging to someone or something is trivial to him. So he sweeps the ground with an insatiable appetite to wither a seed of hope and lay the expanse desolate.


When fate picks a side there isn't much one can to do, but enjoy the guided tour that is life. Even opportunity eludes the stapler. Whether he accost the delinquent for a job or common greeting, he knows the cards were dealt edges ago. Still in his humble mannerism, he holds his head straight for the opportunity he has long desired since his childhood. His unhinged right hand is always ready to stretch out and greet the rich dads poster boy.


Hindsight doesn't work for him because he was shrugged off yesterday or a fortnight ago. And although crime may seem like the easiest way out of the shackles orchestrated by his past. The thought of prison, not knowing the number of years he would serve. The idea of sitting in a small dead-end with cell bars and possibly rotting in there strengthens his resolve.


As for his counterpart, life comes easy. Doing time is the least of his worries. Well, not if his father would help it. Dads replica can't even spend a night in the joint for drunk driving. Not with all his father connections at his disposal. The stapler knows his future if he so much as stray from his humble beginnings. As nobleman, he anticipates every deed with results to what he let lose. He has potential even as a father, if fate would have it. His spat in the face by the delicate yet his undeterred. He isn't appreciated and praised for his effort in his quest to be reintegrated and accepted as an equal member of society yet he soldiers on. On the contrary, the delicate is not so tough, very much cracked and if dad were to light out on him, that would spell death to him, too.


See sometimes we get too crowded with unimportant things that we lose track of what is really important. And even when your cards are solid, learning to fold them is the best way to live with every one. "The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool." - William Shakespeare!