to prove them wrong

When people judge us too quickly in a bad sense, we tend to be dying to prove them wrong.

But what if whatever we do is nothing but to prove them right? It's a great deal of pleasure to prove those people wrong, as much as it kills one's heart to prove them right instead.

What if one tries and tries and tries and tries and tries and tries, in so many different ways one's tiny brain can think of and with every possible reserves of faith and perseverance, yet one STILL proves them right?

What if it's really true?

How sad will it be.