Not everyone is gifted with talents or wealth from birth. Some are, but most aren’t. That’s simply how the world is structured for better or worse. Then there’s the ability to improve your skills. To spend immence amounts of time with a hope to one day escelate and become a better version of yourself. But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, or wish to try, you’re simply capped by an invisible hand. A force you do not have control over but has boundless control over you. No matter how hard you try to break free. It keeps holding you without a care in the world nor a sweat in it’s forehead.
Even if you spend your whole life trying to get better at something. There may always be someone who’s better than you. Overlord really made me think about the difference between what we hope for and reality. It made me understand the disconnect people have when they do not have competition. A hope or confidence that hold on to you to let you know you’re the best. Until you aren’t. There’s sometimes simply a barrier that cannot be overcome. In feeling this best thing you could ever hope to be. Is to be happy that you can at least be fit to be a nail clipper. This does not mean you cannot ever surpass or be better than those who are above you. But you simply are limited by unbenounced forces that force you to do way more to achieve the same fruit as another would with only a drop of sweat.
The anime resonated with me at an unexpectedly deep level. With my inherited memory disabilities. Seeing people around you do things you can’t ever hope to do hurts ineffably. A profound sense of resentment and sadness engulphs you. With it’s origin not being the fact that I’m not currently unable to recreate what another is doing but because there’s a very high chance that I may very well never be able to do it. Knowing suck a limit exists is simply depressing. If the limits were higher than that of an average human, I wouldn’ve been satisfied. I’m satisfied with my athletic abilities, even though I’m what people call average. But when a limit is low enough to be noticable in the presence of the average Joe, the emotional impact is adamant. To be surrounded by people who consider what you are incapable of, as a mere simple feet that doesn’t even need a spark of concentration. That indeed is a sight looked upon through tears.
Even though the anime through out most of it’s runtime is very generic and formulaic isekai. Through the specific things it follows, I’ve found myself to be invested in it. Mainly because of the emotional and sentimental connection I’ve built up with it.