https://Voice.club - School declared, “Think outside of the box.” It was a lie because they wanted us to fit into the mould. Society did not want us to be unique, different, special; it wanted us all to be the same so that we could all be knocked into the same square mould. Why? People who acted the same, thought the same and looked similar were easier to control.
For years, I had shaped my personality to be the same as others. Originally, I wanted to be accepted. It seemed scary to be diverse and therefore alone. Recently, it was becoming harder to be like everyone else. It felt like I was tearing myself apart to act like everyone else. What was the point if I was not happy? What was the point if I was not me?
Was there a way to break the shackles?
How to achieve liberation?
Waking up in the dorm at the same time as all the others, I dressed in the habitual grey uniform, ate the same boring breakfast and went to studies. Everything was monotonous and colourless. A dull lead sky frowned down on me, and I felt like the others. We were all cookie-cut replicas of everyone else. It was like I was living in a sad movie while the only music playing was the blues.
No idea what happened, but suddenly in our boring classroom, I began giggling. It seemed too ridiculous that everything from the scenery to us was monochromatic. I could not control myself. A great waterfall of laughs erupted from my belly and rebounded off the greyscale walls. Then I kicked off my shoes to reveal not achromatic but loudly coloured socks. I tore outside and laughed and danced in the puddles. Actually, danced in the rain! Looking up, I saw my classmates with their blank faces pressed against the windows. What were they thinking?
The reform police hurled around the corner. They wanted to take me to the hospital to be “reformed!” No, they would not catch me!
I ran and bounded over the high wall to colour!