Different. By Tallulah Stone

Me: an imaginist, a vivid wanderer. You could say perhaps, a narcissist.

I’ve always found myself different from others. Of course we’re all different from each other; unique is the word. But the ones around me, as a collective, are all the same. Same as each other but different from me.

Take my family for example. A wonderful, wonderful group of people; kind, gentle, generous. The adjectives could go on.  But, they are all the same. Doctors, engineers, nurses, teachers, an architect even. Then there are my friends; future doctors, teachers, engineers. Academics they are. A collection of academics. A collection of academics. 

And me? Well I’m a literary aficionado. Academics are all important to run the world, needless to say. But who is there to change minds, to change the way we view each other and to stop the crises of modern day. 

Me. Because I was not destined to fall in with the same crowd of academics. I’m different. Gifted perhaps. Gifted not with the power of words but with a mind that thinks differently. Differently.

Don’t even get me started on success. They want it all. A large house with beautifully furnished interiors and an impressive garden. The fanciest cars, the most luxurious holidays. All this for what? A small click and the picture’s taken and uploaded to the internet. To show off to the world their materialistic success. That’s how they find comfort; through likes and comments from other avatars who are hidden away behind the screens as if they are hypnotised.

1 like = 1 follow.

How wasteful. 

Do they truly believe that sharing an article of extreme poverty will solve the problem? Will watching a documentary on plastics in the ocean suddenly remove all the waste on beaches. If only 1 view meant 1kg of waste removed. You may say that awareness is spread. I’m sure it does but what will one do with the knowledge. Take action or bury the guilt within the depths of their garden?

And me? My success would be when I’m fulfilled. Fulfilled when the world no longer hungry, no longer needs my help. When boys and girls can be noticed as equals. Why isn’t it already equal?

Why do those in foreign continents want to impersonate the west in both colour and lavish lifestyle but not realise that girls and boys belong together.  

The west must take blame for sure. The west that we live in. The west which believes that feminism should even be a word. Why isn’t there a word for male equality?

And to all those who say ‘the future is female.’ No, the future is not female. Yes, women may thrive like we have never before but future is all of us moving forward. The future is all.

And when this is fixed, even if it’s long after my time, I will be successful. That’s what makes me different. 

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