Personal Powers: Acceptance

Old Relationships; Laos

*** ETHAN's POV ***

Avatar Phillip's words have been stuck in my mind ever since we left Norway.  His words struck my chest and a new level of responsibility literally was casted upon my shoulders. On top of being the Avatar and keeping balance in the world, I had to make sure that before I left this world, the Avatar spirit was in complete balance and was able to reincarnate into my next life. If not, my whole life and efforts to bring balance would have been a failure.

I thought that my work would become much more easy after defeating the Chief but boy was I wrong. The whole world has been changed. Ideologies and religion have drastically changed and people are not adjusting fast enough to this change. 

I have stayed up extremely late at night overthinking for the past week, and this week was not an exception of that. Today in particular, I stayed up until 3AM thinking about the probability of me failing. 

What if I do not live up to the expectations of everyone else? What if I fail to represent everyone and bring peace? What if!? what if!? WHAT IF!?

This is all getting to my head and I can't seem to stop thinking about it. Would it be too selfish if I said I wanted another vacation? It's only been a few months since I got out of one... nah, maybe I shouldn't. 

Either way, I believe that I am overthinking things because I know myself... same thing happened when I discovered I was the Avatar. I tend to over think things, but that is only because I care too much. I want to be perfect and I want things to run smoothly. 

But the world does not work that way, and that is something I must learn to cope with.

*** IN THE MORNING ***

I woke up to the smell of sausages. Yup, sausages with eggs, bread, and beans. Emma suggested that if we were going to live in London for a while, might as well eat breakfast the English way.

"I went out earlier this morning and got us this very traditional English breakfast for us to eat" said Emma as I slowly entered the kitchen.

The marble floor was cold this morning but the sun was fully out for the first time in days. Dylan, Nancy, Emma, and Nathaniel were all sitting around the black table staring at the food being placed in front of them.

"Beans? In the morning?" asked Nathaniel.

"Yeah babe, be open minded" responded Emma with a sweet, yet solid voice. 

"Please, I'll be open minded when they start eating right" responded Dylan as he reached out for just the sausages and the toast.

"Dylan, you're from the United States where we lead in obesity" responded Nancy. 

"Besides" added Emma, "this is our only chance for us to dive in into another culture."

While making my way across the kitchen towards Dylan, Nancy interrupted Emma and said, "I wouldn't call eating an English breakfast 'culture', they're just another version of white Americans."

"Nancy" I spoke, "please don't be rude. All countries have their own cultures and traditions, even if they are a bit questionable to us... Either way, I am going to see how beans and eggs go together in the morning."

I sat down next Dylan and planted a kiss on his left cheek. He smiled as he continued to eat his toast. I then reached out for everything that I saw. I truly was curious about why the English made a big deal about defending their breakfast from criticism.

As I fixed my plate, I noticed Nancy's eyebrows draw in into her eyes. A shadow of concern covered her face as she began to look around the room.

"Umm... guys?" she slowly said as she stood up from her chair, "have you seen Nicolas anywhere? He came back yesterday very late and I have not seen him at all this morning."