School

He’s back at school.

Loving it? Or not?

Terrible? Or Not.

But last year…..

He did not want to go school. Neither did he feel as though it would help his future at all. It was useless, it was time wasted, to please his parents, who he could make so much more happier if they would just let him go and be free. If he would let him starve and understand the meaning of a career, of passion, of real drive, things you don't learn in school, things lost on so many of those graduates.

4 ? 5? 6? years was just too far away, he didn't have that time to waste. What if the world didn't even last that long? He had tried to look at the brighter side of it all, he had tried to make himself realize how important a career should be to one's future, he had tried and she had failed. There was no ignoring the deep sense of pain he felt with the idea of another day in this place, the painful tears that prickled his eyes and inhibited his eyesight when he thought of a future, without friends, without family.

He was ready to leave. To work, starve and hustle. To be a pioneer in something great and to use all that he learned all that he would earn to better his situation in the country he was so unwilling to inhabit now.

“I hate school. I want my school fees. I want to leave.”

It was as heartfelt as he could muster. Neither offending, or submitting. Simply perfect in it's diplomatic air. He just prayed his mother would understand one day, he knew the difficulties that lay ahead, but he also knew the family had to support him, the love that would be shared through the suffering, he didn't have to walk in his father's steps. He didn't have to do this all alone. He needed to grow up and talk all these things through, He needed to take the reins of his own life instead of listening to suggestions from others. When did he not know what he wanted to do? When had se ever not known?

His dreams, his aspiration and his drive had been taken for granted. This feeling of displacement did not belong in a future as certain as his. How many blessing's had come his way? How many roads had been opened up? How many diamonds had he stepped on?

The Universe was not to be ignored.

So he would handle the hate, he would handle the lack of support, he would handle it all with grace and nobility knowing the many blessings that lay ahead, knowing the sunshine that lay in wait for his return.

All he ever wanted to be was happy.

Nothing else mattered.

Was this world not his own?

His mother said that life is not about being happy but his mother lived with her third eye closed, the blessing in life was simply being alive, and why not be happy in that realization? Why not be happy in that gift? Why sully it and tarnish the beauty of your existence with misery? Why not do all you can to simply be a happy person? Even if it means failing?

His spirit was too strong to adhere to such rules.

All he wanted was to follow his dreams.

No matter the consequences.

It was Me.

Me. Who You Know So Well.