Some people like to be different, to stand out, to be unique.
Others stare into mirrors, try different clothes, hairstyles, and friends or spend their lives flitting from place to place franticly trying to find themselves.
“Personal Growth”
The customs official nodded and ticked the last part of the immigration documents before waving Sulfur off of the wharf and on into the thronging port town.
Sulfur would have had trouble standing out in an almost empty room, his looks verged on the good side of average, his mousy blonde hair had a slight curl to it and his chin was adorned with a slight stubbly beard, but overall the effect was one of almost total genericness. Amongst the multitude on the docks he was lost utterly, a pink smudge of forgettable humanity amongst an already faceless crowd.
He wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Life wasn’t about standing out or shouting about uniqueness, everyone is unique. As for finding yourself, you simply needed to accept that it was you that was looking, much like the great oaks of the forest you could change the colour of your clothes, a different outfit for each season, you would always be the same thing underneath.
The trick wasn’t finding yourself, but knowing that you’d never been lost to begin with.
Others stare into mirrors, try different clothes, hairstyles, and friends or spend their lives flitting from place to place franticly trying to find themselves.
“Personal Growth”
The customs official nodded and ticked the last part of the immigration documents before waving Sulfur off of the wharf and on into the thronging port town.
Sulfur would have had trouble standing out in an almost empty room, his looks verged on the good side of average, his mousy blonde hair had a slight curl to it and his chin was adorned with a slight stubbly beard, but overall the effect was one of almost total genericness. Amongst the multitude on the docks he was lost utterly, a pink smudge of forgettable humanity amongst an already faceless crowd.
He wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Life wasn’t about standing out or shouting about uniqueness, everyone is unique. As for finding yourself, you simply needed to accept that it was you that was looking, much like the great oaks of the forest you could change the colour of your clothes, a different outfit for each season, you would always be the same thing underneath.
The trick wasn’t finding yourself, but knowing that you’d never been lost to begin with.
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