The world looked pretty from the window next to me in the classroom. It took me away from everything that made this world ugly.
There were like eight trees outside, which gave me a view of only light green leaves that hugged the air, the air moved its leaves, and then my hair.
I was jealous of the trees.
The way they stood there. The way they breathed...the way people like me admire them.
But then I look back to my classroom. Students laughing, others cursing here and there, a teacher that no one pays attention to, and me, A bird trapped in a cage.
The teacher kills my daydream by telling us to copy the things on the board.
I miss myself.
I miss the days when you just woke up at 9 am and went to kindergarden and then go back home at lunch time.
I miss innocence.
Why do people always want to find the smart part of everything? Why do we have to learn rules for writing? Can't we just write what we feel? Why do they want to know why the trees stay up? Why just not lie under its leaves and enjoy the warm sun's lashes with the fresh air?.
Why fight over the right answer? we are not learning it, we are copying it.
We think we are so superior that we forget we are just a kind of animal on Earth, we forget we are not alone, we forget we are not the only ones.
So I'll say something:
The world is so busy trying to be better at everything, that they forget there is a galaxy out there we can admire. So while they are working on their hairstyles and clothing, free yourself. You are one of a kind, just like trees, don't you ever hate yourself, because there will be always someone admiring your characteristics. We are all here for a reason, it takes time to know what is our mission is. I know what you're thinking: "How can someone admire me?", there is billions of people in this world, people just as me and you. People like me who have fallen in love with green leaves, and people like you, who can't notice that the sun is always shining on you. Don't be busy like the world, take you time, and look around you. Can you see it? Can you feel it?. It's a world. A vain world. Will you keep caring about them? Or will you open your wings?
Go out of your cage. Come with me. I'll show you how high we can fly without them.
