Fey's little story: Individuality

I decided to make another label called "Sta's little stories". Decided to test things out here. Experimentation. 


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Difference lies within one that no one else has.

Its true that one knows himself best, and no soul will get in to Calvin's root for actual thoughts and commands.

Him being the oddball, has his own plus and minuses. Yes. he can be pretty understanding and respected by others. But the thing is... Did he get a taste of what true loneliness is?

Funny.

The art created out as a form of self expression can often be seen as an absolute "other person's" way, deriving from interpretations. As a result, misleading the whole masterpiece. Simply making Calvin, the creator, live in his own crafted land with fragments of his own "worthy people". Still taste of lonesome.

"No one will ever understand me the way I want." Calvin silently said to himself.

This is a crazy world, with people telling one another to "stay true, be themselves...". In actual fact, the truth is distorted. People being part of the crowd unknowingly. Like living in neatly aligned houses, or birds locked up in their cages. Brainwashed since early days.

Everyone telling others off, thinking their always right, for they end their titles with a full stop. No exceptions. "Stay true"- the word has been abused and misused a lot. How do Calvin find his "stay true" when he does not know where to look and start at? Or after he was molded and shaped by society to stay that way.

"No, your not supposed to act this way."

"You have to be like that (personality, style wise)."

"Why born and raised as a guy to be someone "different" afterwards."

Aside from genes being passed down from early generations, life does not offer a clear line between who he already is. and who they are. It only gives a chance to create an identity, enhance the inner self, and choose which pathway to go next.

Tch tch tch...

This is a stereotype-free world, he wrote it. Scribbling down basic details. People with multiple personalities; all kinds of lines and curves. Like geometry in math.

Cave in is the world surrounded by trees of various shapes and sizes, with several tones of greens, blues and reds. Faraway, beyond the descending fog, lies a great wooden bridge. A place where youngsters hangout. Couples sitting on benches near the silk, classy like waters, whispering rhythms of silence.

And the older ones? Well, they meditate, work consistently and smartly in their own boxes. At times, teach the youngsters how to face certain things. Wisdom. Drive them to have the willpower.

No one has been up to one's ears in worry while they're there, a magnificent place to be.

For once, citizens in Cave in are free to switch and play with styles and roles. Jump from box to box. Get an exposure to the real kingdom and make lesser critics. Be unique. New rules made since then. He declared it.

At least that happens in Cave in.

At least the king in the book declared it.

Calvin flipped it to a brand new page.

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Sta Fey M