Once upon a time there existed a normal boy. He lived.
One day a monster came to his doorstep when nobody was home and he was alone so he let the monster in.
The monster then turned into a beautiful flower but one lost in sickness.
He nurtured the flower and kept it till it grew bigger.
He then planted the flower and nurtured it till it grew even bigger.
And when it was finally a tree, the boy blinked and saw that the flower was never a flower but the same monster. He didn’t destroy it or regret it, he simply turned away from it and ignored it.
The tree died but from its death many many other trees grew. Little did the boy know that it still was a tree.
The boy lived, but never really to life’s fullest.
And when the boy became a man he never forgot how it was to be a boy.
And that man turned into someone who is hard to define. Someone who didn’t look at life through the pieces of glass through which everyone does.
Can’t understand? Well, from the time something originates/is born/is created we attach labels to it. Labels like “Cruel”, “Weird” and “Bright”. These labels never change. Just gets covered by more labels.
These labels Anna named as ‘Glasses’ through which you see the world. Through the “Hate” glass you see the world as red and filled with negativity and an equal amount of positivity.
Through the ‘Love’ glass you see the world as a beautiful place, all filled with sunshine and flowers.
This boy saw life as it was. And here is what he heard.
—-Idiot/Bugger/Weed/FreaK!/Get lost!/Buzz off!/Get a life!/We don’t need you!/Nobody is with you!/Lame/Desperate/Wanna-Be!—-
And well, he soon got used to it like anyone would. People hated him for his straight-forward-ness and nobody liked him because he didn’t “fit in”. And he didn’t care so the insults got worse while he went on. He had this weird quality of thinking that tomorrow will be better when something bad happened. Or something like that…..
His story went on and on and on and on. Like a dreary train’s roar when it passes by but never seems to get over.
One day, he woke up and found that he knew why people didn’t like him.
There was a pattern in there. A pattern as to how people were to behave, how they were to act even if that is not them, how they have to be “cool”.
And everyone fell into that pattern. The way everyone of the coolest talk is the same. They like the same things and don’t like the same things.
They lived well. They lived happy lives. But the problem with this man is that he didn’t want to live that way.
Everybody lives. Many are happy. Many are sad. The ones who do things they like live happily and die happily. But what is the use?
Why do we live? To make us happy? No
To make others happy? No
To make the world a better place? LOL no.
The whole “Save the Earth” thing is freaking funny. The Earth will survive as it always has. It is us who will die. So instead of saying “Save Ourselves” they make it all helpful and goody as “Save the Earth”
So why do we live? He didn’t know.
But he knew why not do we live. He didn’t want to live happily and then when he dies just go away. There must be something. There must be…
That was his prob. And he again, just kept pushing on. And well… I don’t know how to complete this story. I just know that it needs completion. At some point in this story he needs to walk through fire. At some point there must come the scene which gives us goosebumps. A scene where he gets up even when pushed down and is victorious as the hero.
And I need help with that.