Wondering - Imagine ThisA Story by Stan LeeInspired by my friend Kirk
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a box.
The box had four sides and everything was perfectly black or perfectly white.
There were no shades of grey in the box. The little girl wasn't alone in the
box by any means. About 40000 people lived in the box, most of them very
happily but if you lived at the bottom of the box as this little girl did you'd
know that there were cracks in the box. Not that you ever mentioned them.
Cracks were things which were only spoken about in hushed tones behind closed
doors if at all. In fact cracks were so unmentionable that most of the people
who didn't live at the bottom of the box were blissfully unaware of their
existence. All this even though some of the cracks were big enough for whole
families of people to fall through.
Now look over there. See that little girl? Look what she's
doing. It's something forbidden. She's looking out of the box! That little girl grew curious as the years went by.
Every day she was told never to look outside the box. "There's only
blackness out
there" she was told, "And black is dangerous." but often she
didn't even hear. Her mind was wandering, wondering and questioning. She
longed
to know what was outside the box. When she hoped no one was looking
she'd gaze
out of the box and look at all the people outside. Sometimes people
would even
stop and talk to her. "Come out here little girl." "No," she replies, "It's black out there and black is dangerous." "What's black?" asks a boy one day. "This is grey." Now the little girl had never even heard of grey.
She'd
always been told that things are either black or white. She looked more
intently into the wilderness outside the box and realised that the boy
was
right. It was very frightening at first looking out into the blackness
but eventually she got used to the fact that if she looked long and
hard enough, things she thought were black were in fact a shade of grey.
Some spots were a darker grey than others but still not black like
she'd
been told. Now she is torn. Look at her! "Who is right?" she's wondering. Is it the people in the box who see nothing but black and white or the people outside the box who see nothing but grey? As we speak she sits on the edge of the box looking from left to right. One leg in and one leg out.... wondering.
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Added on September 11, 2015Last Updated on September 16, 2015 AuthorStan LeeAboutI've turned RRs off for now because I'm really behind. I have 50 to do! Hope to get to them... eventually :) “If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; ho.. more..Writing
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