I don't remember how long this thought has been haunting the inner reaches of my consciousness. All I can say is that recent academic and real life experiences have done little good into helping me forget this fact. I'm a genetically inferior being. It started way back when I realised that I could not do what others could do. And always, envy would creep into my heart. It was so self deprecating and emmiserating to harbour these thoughts of inferiority. Yet, I still remeber how I was in denial and pretended that I had something of worth. But a lot has changed since then, including my acceptance of my genetic fate. Even as more blemishes appear on my container, I have come to take things as they come.

Perhaps I should elaborate more on the recent events that have led me to post this. The trigger is none other that the fact that I'm current writing the notes for the applications of molecular and cell biology chapter of bio H2. It was all about genetic diseases and genetic enhancement and the accounts of people that had undergone gene therapy. There were certain points about eugenics and other implications under another learning outcomes. My point is, it reminded me of the existence of genetic inferiority.

The other trigger was last wednesday when I went for swim meet cheering. It was a humiliating experience. Okay fine I was humiliating myself. Once again as I saw the beauty and the versatility of the human physique, I was maligning to myself about how fragile and ugly my own container was. I was consumed by the thoughts of being in a container that could swim as fast as a dolphin. How strong and egregious I would have looked and felt. But as I phased back into reality, I was grounded in a body that I hated.

Enough about the problem... I know there's a solution for the genetically deficient. The solution is eugenics with a measure of genetic engineering. By selecting human beings with desirable traits and allowing them to have more offspring while limiting the progeny of those not so genetically gifted, the human population can expect to have fewer cases of people unhappy about themselves or suffering of diseases just because their genes dictated so. This is my utopian ideal. A world where everyone could live with their heads held high knowing that they are beatiful, a world where no one has to live in fear of genetic disease, a world that is empowered to do more.

I wonder, can I do something to make my dream at least one step closer to reality... I wonder..