Learning about endometriosis, I suddenly felt sorry for those endometrial cells. In the wrong place, their intended work becomes a disaster rather than a contribution.
I mean, when I look at these misplaced cells on a tissue slide, I know we should remove them so the body can function better. But for those cells, it feels like a tragedy.
They’re perfectly healthy cells. If anything, they are sometimes more capable than their correctly placed peers. But location changes everything. In the wrong spot, they go from helpful to harmful.
The same happens to people. You see someone incredibly talented, yet destiny or some absurd twist of timing, some weird accident of fate, makes them an outcast, or worse, a threat. They end up unwanted, their talent rendered useless, or dismissed as a misuse of skill that only invites disaster like a farmer learning governing a country. The ability itself isn’t the problem. It’s the complete mismatch between what they’re good at and what the situation demands.