Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.
"I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me, to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes."
~Sweet Honey In the Rock
My Sweet Sister Susan,
I get it if you're mad at me, you have every right in the world to be.
I'm a traitor. I left you and mom and dad. I left my own family, my own faction. Susan, understand something, please; I had to go. There wasn't a place for me back home.
My whole life, I have only seen the world through Abnegation.
For Sixteen years I saw thousands of people in need. People in need of food, clothes, a helping hand. And, I've always been reaching. Reaching for all those people who are suffering. Everyone.
Except myself.
My whole life I have only heard the world through Abnegation.
I've heard cries for help. And, I've been a good enough Abnegation boy to answer them. Mom and dad taught me well.
But, they didn't hear my cries for help.
I was asking everyday as I slipped on my dull grey clothing, never knowing how I looked in them.
Abnegation eyes don't see self-expression. Self-expression? I think. There's another word for that, some call it freedom.
Now, I have it.
I've learned to see the world through Amity eyes. The colors, the smiles, the laughs. And everything is just so beautiful.
Crying is an indulgence where I come from. But, now as I sit bathed in the orange glow of the early morning sun, weaving soft green grass through my fingers, I can't help but want to cry.
Not because I'm sad, no. Quite the contrary actually; I'm happy. I'm more than happy; I. Am. Free.
And, I wish more than anything at this moment that I could bring everyone together in this one perfect place; Erudite, Dauntless, Candor, and Abnegation. Everyone. I wish I could bring them right here and show them this beautiful sunrise. Because, maybe then they'll want peace as well. Maybe then, they can learn to coexist. Maybe then, they'll see the rainbow.
Maybe, even if it's just for a moment, they can see the world through Amity eyes. Maybe they'll see the sunrise as more than just the beginning of another old day. Maybe they'll see the flowers as more than just decorations. Maybe they'll see the butterflies as more than just another bug.
Maybe they'll see each other as more than "just another faction".
And hopefully, even if it's just for a second, they'll all be able to see the world through Amity eyes.
Happy and bright and beautiful.
So, my beautiful sister, if you take one thing away from this letter, let it be that there is more to life than just grey.
Peace and Love,
Your Stupid Brother Robert