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I wish I were a giant

You know how Giants are, big, scary, ugly, blue, with hair on half of its head, torn and hurt face with its chin bone showing, body covered with mud, and smelling so foul. I did not wish I were a giant, because I like to be all these things, it is despite these things, humans are scared of them. Well, sure enough that I would really not mind being big, cause that seems fun. But, the point of all this is just to escape my life.

I know a lot of people, I have many acquaintances, but I do not have a best friend, not a girl friend, nor a person who is like minded at stuff. I do not know where I belong, and to make things worse, I have no idea, if at all I belong here. There is an incompletion within me. I might have almost everything I want in my life, but not in the way I would want them to be. It is like life is taunting me in a weird and rude way, by giving me all I want, with the concept of “twist” in the character. Be it people, things, and also, thoughts?.

Being a giant, it would not not make any difference in how I am casted aside, just because of my extra self confidence, boldness, and straightforwardness. Why does everything needs to be so complicated in life when life itself is a biologically 4 step process, viz. birth, growth, reproduction, death. Is it wrong to say stuff as it is?, is it wrong to try to live life s I want it? And if I have to move out for that, I am trying for that too.

I would be able to play with people as if they were G.I. Joe toys. As if they were Lego blocks, as if they were me. Ever played with an ant? If you did, have to kept your fingers around it, making a wall, seeing it loose it cool, once it touches your finger and goes turbo, trying to escape? I think, I have an idea of how that ant feels, I can picture myself there. And that is why, for a change, I want to be the creature which barricades my way. Only to remove the wall and show that life is huge, and it is okay to make mistakes and let make some.

Because, at the end of my life, I want to have a story and I will not be a puppet in my story. Hell No.

By A lost Soul at Sea

a passionate writer who also happens to be a mechanical engineer and a sailor

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