Superior
When they announced his name, he was in shock. He had won the prize. The most prestigious prize in his field. The prize that recognized his brilliance, his innovation, his contribution to humanity.
He had worked hard for it. He had sacrificed everything for it. He had devoted his life to his research, his passion, his vision.
He had achieved his dream. He had reached the pinnacle of his career. He had earned the respect and admiration of his peers, his colleagues, his mentors.
As he was giving the speech. He thanked the people who had supported him, who had believed in him, who had helped him.
He realized he has done it all, but, he felt nothing.
No joy, no pride, no satisfaction. Only emptiness, numbness, hollowness.
He realized that by winning the prize, he had also lost everything else. He had no family, no friends, no love.
He had no one to share his success with, no one to celebrate with, no one to understand him.
He looked at the prize, which was a shiny metal trophy with his name engraved on it. He held it in his hands, feeling its weight and coldness.
He wondered if it was worth it.
He wondered if he was superior.
But he also wondered if he was happy.