MY GULLIVER"S TRAVELS
I was born a grandson of a legendary man in a small country. I was named after him but I was a bastard. As a bastard who still carried "the king's" name, I got public responsibilities and a tremendous expectation to deliver and perform accordingly. However, I did not have any protection or acceptance but only contempt and hindrance from the family. Without any tools or resources to capitalize on the status, the status worked progressively against me,
I felt like a giant walking cautiously, careful not to step on people and not to scare them. Being in public had become a stressful performance and any hard earned accomplishment of mine was dismissed as a result of assumed nepotism. In time, I began to feel like a little person trapped in a giant’s body.
So, I left the kingdom that would never accept me and moved across the world into a vast kingdom where I was a nobody. Here, I had niether resources nor recognition and everything, including my now hard to pronounce name, worked against me. I felt like a little person thrown into the world of giants.
The first job I got in this new country I was fired from, ironically, because of nepotism. I was doing a great job, but I was replaced by the boss’ friend’s son for a favor my boss owned his father.
He cited the reason for firing me without looking me in the eyes. I looked at my coworkers for help and they all looked away. I suddenly felt like a giant trapped in a little person's body.
Then, there were twenty five years on a floating island followed by ten thousand wars with brutish yahoos; then, came taking horses.