I'm sure that, when you looked at the title of this subject, you instantly thought I was asking that age-old question, What is the meaning of life. My question is similar, but different. quite different indeed.

I'm sure as many people have experienced, life has a habit of leading you around a corner, only to remove the one thing you loved. To me at least, it seems unfair.

My life started the same way it carried on living for the first ten years or more. Constant mental examination, people trying to tell me how to "be normal", and that being "normal" would be harder for me, because I was different.
Suffice to say I've always felt like some kind of lab-rat. Something that was born into a hypocritical world that would rather choose to not try to understand and discard my existence behind my back, then look at me as a normal person.

Part of me is sure that, that isn't true, but its difficult not to believe it when, at every corner, someone tells you that you can't do something because you were born differently to everyone else.

Nothing has particularly changed so far. I still feel outcast, and every time I reach for something that makes me smile, I find it out of reach, or taken away completely.

I'm sure we all have had bad experiences that make us question the world.. So, do you think there's a reason behind life's constant punishment?
Or are the odds just unfairly stacked against us?