Imagine the pain of a person who knows that he has no option but to live a lonely life. No, you can’t. You can’t even understand the severity of the sentence. It’s so simple to say in words yet so hard to believe in. So hard to live by. But I do. I understand it’s importance.
What if you are stranded on an island full of monkeys. They are eating up all of your food supplies, drinking up all of your water reservoir, taking over your possessions and destroying everything that belongs to you. What would you do? Become one of them or try to run away from those apes? Funny question, but then if you notice life itself and everything it has to offer is funny in so many ways that you end up thinking of God as the greatest comedian ever. Well, He sure is. He doesn’t miss out on any opportunity to tickle at you. Perhaps, it’s His way of keeping the world some what ‘happy’. Sometimes the jokes are funny, at other times they remind you of those bullies at your school who were always around to pick on you. Sure for them a prank might be funny, but for the one who has been pranked, ummm not so much. Like everyone (even though some do not admit it), I’m scared of bullies. Or maybe that’s an understatement, I’m terrified of these mean bullies. So naturally, I get scared. And I run. I run away from the real world. I run away from these monkeys. Maybe, you would decide to become one of them. That would be a natural decision for most.
Can’t fight ‘em, join ‘em!
But that was not an option for a terrified little girl. So I ran, but mind I ran proudly. I made a decision and I didnt waver. I didn’t hide, I just ran. To protect myself, I ran. So, now with all buried in the past, I proudly stand in front of the crowd of thoughtless mates, waving at them, telling them that I ran. They ask me why (like they even care!).
Ages ages they broke the bright confident girl. The hurt was so strong, so sickening that no matter how hard she tries, it keeps haunting her. Her heard bled, her eyes cried a million shinning tears. No one really cared. It was a decision about her, made, without her. She was helpless, she still is. Time passed and her tears went dry, her pouty face formed a smile, she became older, more mature but deep down she was still a broken little girl. So uptil now, every time she sees a bully, she runs and rightfully enough, she isn’t araid of saying it out loud. Go to hell, you bullies.
