Seeds of Fragrance

Perhaps this story is about me. Calling it the story of a failure might actually be more accurate.
A boy stood by the window, quietly watching the trees outside. The strange thing was that the classroom was completely empty. No one else was there. So what exactly was he doing? Was he thinking about something important, or was he simply wasting time?
Then again, perhaps wasting time was the very reason he came here. The classroom felt unusually empty today. The silence was so deep that one could almost hear the rhythm of their own breathing. In many ways, his life felt just like this room, an empty presence that existed without purpose.
He had come from far away, and somehow he always felt that his life would continue moving farther and farther away from everything familiar. He had once carried very big dreams within him, but perhaps those dreams had been placed in the wrong place.
He paused for a moment.
What was he doing here again?
Perhaps he was waiting for someone. Waiting for someone who might one day understand all of this foolishness. But would anyone ever come?
Then he remembered. There was no one here. He had simply been talking to himself.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from the next classroom. For a moment, it felt like someone might be there. But it was not a student at all. It was just a small animal, a cat wandering quietly through the corridor.
Sometimes it even surprised him that he knew such useless things: which classroom had the most spider webs, which room was the dirtiest, and which corner of the building was the most silent.
And yet, the quietest place of all was the one where he stood now.
Because he himself had become silence.
People often say that the color white represents peace and calmness. But they could never imagine how much red existed inside him. A deep red that symbolized anger and aggression. No one seemed able to see it. No one ever tried to understand it.