The Underdog

i’ve always rooted for the underdog.


not because they’re weak,

but because the world assumes they are.


the ones they laugh at.

the ones told they’re too soft, too emotional, not enough.

the ones who feel light inside, but carry a shadow voice louder than any crowd.


that’s me.


my whole life, people said i was different.

special.

but in the same breath, they said i was weak.

too sensitive.

too soft to survive the world.


you grow up like that, and you start to split.

part of you believes you’re chosen.

the other part. the louder part, that calls you a clown, a joke, a failure.


and that voice becomes your shadow.

it haunts your confidence.

it shapes your silence.

it turns every room into a battlefield between who you are and who you were made to believe you are.


but here’s the truth about underdogs:


they’re not led by light.

they’re forged in darkness.

until they learn to alchemize it… and become their own fire.


that’s why one of my favorite underdogs isn’t rocky balboa.

it’s ragnar lothbrok.


he didn’t come from royalty.

he was just a farmer with a vision no one believed in.

he dreamed of the west, of destiny, and they all laughed.


but he didn’t just want power.

he wanted truth.

he questioned everything, even the gods.

he wondered why the world was the way it was.

he didn’t blindly accept tradition, he challenged it.


that’s why i resonate.


because like ragnar,

i’ve been told to stay in my place.

i’ve been mocked for dreaming of more.

but the part of me that questions everything?

that’s the part that’s divine.


ragnar took fate into his own hands.

and even when he became king, he never stopped wondering.

he never stopped doubting.

never stopped feeling.

and that’s what made him dangerous. 

he was conscious inside power.


that’s the underdog frequency.


it’s not about being underestimated by others.

it’s about refusing to underestimate yourself, even when the whole world taught you to.


i’m not trying to be saved.

i’m not trying to be understood.


i’m just walking with my darkness,

until it becomes the prophecy i was born to fulfill.


“the game needed life,

i poured my heart in it” 


Makaveli out.

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