Its the misunderstood who transform !

In The Selfish Gene, Dawkins writes of lions chasing limping deer — not out of cruelty, but calculation.
Predators don’t waste energy on strength.
They go for what’s already breaking. And they call it survival.
They call it efficiency.
They call it success.

It made me pause and ask: Am I really a limping deer?
Yes, I’m unmarried. 
But I’ve traveled the world alone. 
Bought my own home. 
Built my life without leaning on masculine support. 

Is that what weakness looks like?

Even if iam vulnerable,  I am not an animal — I don’t need to be broken to prove my worth.
What they mistook for vulnerability was transformation in motion.

Because when I look back at March 2018 — in that polished, glass-walled corporate world —

I didn’t play by the rules they quietly enforced. 

In this system, performance isn't always measured by skill especially if you belong to DEI Group.
If you're willing to say yes to a man, you're suddenly a "top performer."
But the moment you say no, you're labeled  "Unskilled." "An underperformer."

It was a predatory game: “If I can’t have you, I’ll make sure no one else does.”

And the people who silently supported that strategy — they weren’t acting out of loyalty or belief.
They had their own personal motives. It was never about truth — it was about alignment for survival and sex.

Maybe… I was the Ugly Duckling, born into the wrong nest — or rather, caught in the wrong system in 2015.

From the moment he hatches, the ducking was met with mockery and rejection.
Everyone around him — ducks, hens, even the cat — tells him he doesn’t belong. That he’s ugly. Unworthy. Unwanted.

The ducking left the ones who mocked him — not from weakness, but quiet strength.
He endured Winter. Hunger. Loneliness.
And when spring came, he saw his reflection — and for the first time, he understood:
He was never a duck. He was a swan all along.

The “unfit” duckling is rejected, only to grow into a beautiful swan. 
The story flips the biological script — it’s not the weak who perish, but the misunderstood who transform.

And that — that is the difference between animals and human beings.

A lion catches the limping deer and ends its story.
But a human being?
We take what the world sees as wounds, flaws, vulnerability — and turn them into fuel for transformation.

As Emily Dickinson once wrote,
“A wounded deer leaps the highest.”

So when God brought order to chaos, He saw me, too.
Even if society excluded me, God never did. DEI Enthu never did.
I were always part of His — Chosen, Seen, Included.

Most important - I was Included in the order made by God !