Darkness, darkness
Everywhere around me and that's all I could see
Maybe it signifies that the world around me is dark and cruel
Above me lies a point of bright light
Then the scenery gradually shifts to a grassy field. The surrounding is still dark. But, I could see around clearly. A housefly standing still on the ground alone. Suddenly, a group of fireflies began to emerge from the grasses aimed towards the night sky. They are followed by a group of houseflies.
The one standing on the ground was mesmerized by the light from the fireflies.
Why is he not flying?
Maybe he can't
No. I know the reason behind it. It's so similar.
Beside him stood another group of injured flies sharing warmth irrespective of their nature. But they couldn't overlook his defects. He's neither injured nor hated by them.
It's like they couldn't feel his presence. Maybe they are not interested in him. Maybe he is not interesting enough.
He is alone. This world wants him that way. He can't fly because he his internally flawed. But, no one consider it to be a defect.
They said he is normal like he wanted himself to be.
But this pain from acting normal is becoming unbearable for him.
He couldn't join them. It's like he was born with a invincible wall around him. It blocked him from getting help and from helping others. He couldn't mingle with these failure. So he decided to be one among those that achieves success.
He looked up to see the flies racing towards that point of light.
So that is success huh? I wondered. But, how could he reach it unless he knows a way to fly. I hope he does.
To my surprise he is doing something. I reached out to him. But it seems like he ignores me.
The fly prepared a catapult using the hairs from his body combined with two hard grass strips enough to carry his weight.
He knows it's risky but desired to reach the level of those fireflies. He felt normal like others. He too wanted to shine brightly. He set his body on fire.
Somehow it felt normal to me.
He plunged himself to the night sky with roaring speed. He almost reached a respectable height among the group of fireflies.
He shone unlike no other, brightly, beautifully and at the same time painfully. Those below him cheered for him with smiling faces. He thought hard work would grant us anything.
But, he was wrong.
He began to lose velocity. The fire seems to have burned his outsides. Only thing the remains intact is his consciousness.
He fell to a pit even deeper than a ground. I could see tears trailing from his eyes.
He directed his field of vision upwards. Everyone ignored him like they couldn't look below. As if they were not allowed to by this world.
"So this is how far he can go huh" I whispered to myself.
Ultimately he failed. He tried to burn himself to success but the fire burned his path to success. It was enjoyable and it's the last time he remembered of himself feeling normal.
It's like showing the pleasures of this world and snatching it away. It's painful to watch.
My heart aches. He got up again and tried the same routine again.
Again and again and again and again and again until he dies.
Maybe this is how he knows to live
Maybe this is who I am
Maybe I am destined to be doomed...