Thunder: This story just simply came up to me when I was thinking of the ordeal that Cloud faced when he discovers that he was an experiment, and how he actually started begging for a form of identity to identify himself with…mix it with a bit of my own self reflection, this came to be.
It's really more or less my own personal thoughts, but since I was thinking of Cloud when it all started, I decided to make this about him; I didn't change anything though, so it might be a bit OOC.
I also want to thank my grandmother for installing all of these self analyzing ways in me, these words are really hers more than they are mine. It's basically what I believe and what I hear her say.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, only my own words and thoughts.
Myself and My Reflection
Sometimes I face myself in the mirror and speak to my reflection,
"I don't know you, you are not me, you are not the person that I feel I should be."
I do not know myself, I don't know how I really act, how I really think, the shell I created around myself is so thick and so hard that even I cannot reach inside, I have been wearing this shell for so long that I have even forgotten how I used to be, how I used to feel, what I used to do.
We are truest to ourselves when we were children, when we act like children. Why DO we act like children? Is it because we feel bad that we didn't have as great a childhood as somebody else? Is it to make up for a lost childhood? Or is it that we miss the freedom that we used to have? The freedom to be ourselves, to do what we wanted to do, to mess up and make mistakes. The adults would teach us, or leave us, saying,
"They're still children, let them enjoy their time." Or something like, "the innocence of a child is so wonderful."
A child's heart is so pure, the emotions are laid out for everyone to see, no need to pretend when you are a child. If you hate someone then your parents tell you to be nice, if you love someone you'd smile ever so warmly to their faces, if you're happy you'd laugh and jump and shout. No one said it was easy being a child, everybody faces problems during their life, no matter the age, but children get to look at the world with eyes of wonder and curiosity and they'd see beautiful things, only a few of them would see the gruesome reality of humans at that age, though that is slowly changing, unfortunately, for the worst.
Now...now that I am looking a little deeper into my reflection, a little deeper into those eyes, a little deeper into my shell, I begin to recognize something. There is someone in there, trapped as it seems. I believe, that is me. Now I remember, who I am. I am fragments, and my pieces are scattered throughout the layers of my shell, and as I go deeper, I can see my true self more, I can remember who I am.
I am the small little thing that is living inside this vessel, a vessel that is so big but can contain so little. I am a being that has endured this small living space, developing mental and physical claustrophobia. I am the weakness living inside, the fragment that cries to be let out, the fragment that strives for freedom, wishes for it, dreams of it. I am the fragment that suffered suppression, forcefully hidden from the world around me. Forced, by none other than myself, to flee the surface and enter the depths, to protect myself, to forget. I am the fragment that, even after all those years of suffering, hate no one, because who can hate after being hated so much?
All that is left in me is love and sympathy. Love for life, love for joy, love for the people who know me even when I never knew myself. I feel sympathy for those who act like somebody they are not, because by that, they are burying themselves away without them even knowing it, one grain of sand after another, and soon the hourglass would be empty, like a flash. I feel happy when I see children, I feel happy when I see someone laughing from their heart, because I know that they had broken through their shell, and I cannot wait until I break mine. I once read a poem that started by saying repeatedly, "by doing 'something', I learned to 'something'", and my favorite one was "From grieving, how to laugh from the belly." It was weird and funny and wordy when I first laid eyes on it, but then I understood. "Grieving" isn't meant as the physical action, but as the sadness, hardships and/or suffering that comes through life. Those who can pass through those tests in life can really smile, those who can break this shell can truly laugh, because they had found their true selves again, no more pretending, no more masks.
Soon I, too, will break free, and I'll enjoy my life, I will laugh like a child, run and play. I will work and live. I will live, until I die.
Why do we create such shells to begin with? I honestly don't know, the reasons may vary for every person, and, then again, they may not. I know mine came from being hurt too much, not necessarily physically, but emotionally as well. I stopped trusting people and started labelling them as enemies before I even talk to them. Another way one might look at this, is that these walls or shells that we create are made to be created and then broken, like setting a barrier or a limit and then challenging yourself to surpass it. It is one way of making yourself or your spirit grow. Or it's like experimenting, "what would be the results if I changed my behaviour for a bit?" But isn't that how it all starts anyway? Life is a circle, it has no beginning and no end, it's a forever going curve in the sidewalk, a frequent change. A change that we must undergo, and emerge from as we were, but with stronger will and power.
Thunder: I hope you liked it.
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