Who Farted?
As you lay there wrapped like a mummy in a swaddling blue blanket that thousands of newborns wore before you, your first thought enters your consciousness: “Perhaps I’m not so different after all.” Years pass and you find a newly-pressed blue uniform resting at the foot of your bed. You’re six years old and like most human beings, you have no idea who you really are.
Moments
later, a bright yellow bus appears and you’re ushered to a private school where
hundreds of identical looking children stand before you and you feel as if
you’ve entered the “The Twilight Zone.”
“Single
aisle.
Draw
inside the lines. Raise your hand.
Stand
in the corner.
Wait
tour turn.”
“Is this is the human race?” you ask yourself.
A
strange sensation begins to expand within the depths of your very being.
Suddenly, everything around you is blurred. A sense of inner knowing begins to
emerge like a sleeping volcano. You want to leap and shout from the top of your
desk. You desire to break free from the shackles of your blue uniform. A
whisper within the oldest part of you, your Soul is nudging you to STAND OUT
from the crowd and declare with sheer determination that you are DIFFERENT!
The
room is silent. All you hear is the pounding of your heart. Everyone’s
eyes are deeply fixated on yours. You rise from your desk and gently raise a
leg. What follows is a defiant bellow from your inner self breaking free and
re-claiming your one precious life.
You
FART.
As
the teacher drags you down the hallway tugging on your one ear. You smile with
sheer delight as you glimpse a vision of your future self, free, curious and
full of wonder for the world.
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