A boy, manly, tall, powerful, strong, these words that enter my being are nothing but noise and chaos. Why we must be so regular, is it a criterion of beauty, should we be like a metronome always in search of change, but in the end always the same. This immutability makes the days long and indifferent to each other. To be different is a vocation doomed to failure, a quest to sink into a societal flow of preconceived ideas. But in the end, the difference is not to think that we cannot be different because difference is not just a choice, it is a fact.
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Short StoryBeing a boy, being different, being somebody, yes but is it possible ?
