CATHastrophic Mediocrity

On my way to work, I was busy looking at other people’s faces. I was wondering what kind of lives they live. Almost everyday, I always see that crazy woman in rags in the street. I was thinking what kind of family she had. I see the pink Porsche and saw the woman driving it. I was thinking of what university she attended during her college. And I saw myself in her car’s window. A reflection of a girl with her eyebrows almost meeting at the center. Then I smiled to myself. One thing’s for sure. I know my family loves me. If not, I won’t be of any difference to the crazy woman in the street. I may not have the same luxurious car as the woman I saw in her Porsche. I’m just an average girl who knows that I am loved. I live by my own means. And I am blessed with a family who loves me and friends who knows how to pick me up when I lose myself. I am neither of the two women, but I am who I am.