When you're the black sheep among a herd of pure white, you can't help but feel lonely. How can an angelic sheep understand it's black brother when they only see mirror images of itself no matter which way it turns?
And even when you find a herd of sheep that vary in color and thought, it is a moot point.
Because the sheep with even just the slightest spot of brown or black spends it's time working towards a goal it will never truly reach, to look like it's majestic brethren. Any chance of diversity and honesty among oneself is undoubtedly snuffed out in the process that we call living.
And God forbid if you embrace what makes you different because you will come to the inevitable for in the road: you were never really that different from the pure white sheep in the first place, or you realize that the differences that you lorded over your less "creative" brothers are apparent in all sheep, regardless of outward differences. You come to realize that either you aren't that special or that every single individual sheep is special and by simple logic, this removes the rarity of your uniqueness.
This is simply the state of the world we are in. Every creature strives to stand out among the rest. It makes no difference if you want to be the prize, the show runner, the perfected white sheep, or if you want to be the bottom-of-the-barrel leftovers in this rat race we call society in the futile attempt to carve out a tiny sliver of freedom in your environment, and hopefully within yourself.
Well, now you can at least see why I'm the least liked sheep within the flock.
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The Black Sheep
Historia CortaI am still working on this short story so there will probably be updates here and there. Right now, the basis of this story is about a person who is truthful among a ton of hypocrites, but instead of a person, the characters are sheep. Think Animal...
