Little of Us

A Story by highwalls

A small child looking at the world through eyes that weren't of a small child.

At a very young age my mother told me that I was a realist. I didn't quite understand what she was trying to tell me, so, as any child would, I asked what she was talking about. She then told me that she had noticed how I never wanted to be a princess for Halloween. How I never got excited or even expected for Price Charming to come and get from my misery and take me to his dreaming palace. How every time I had a nightmare I would never go to her room and get into the comfort of my mother's arms, but instead decided to just sit there in my bed and think about what just happened until morning came.

I blankly stared at her face, and thought about what she had just told me. I asked her," Am I a bad person?"

She looked at me calmly and smiled. Then she warmly told me, "No, it only means that you won't wait for things to magically get better. You see with your mind first and think deeply, and look into every detail of every situation you go through and into every person you meet. And that, my darling, does not make you a bad person at all. It makes you a person of deep thoughts."

I was seven when my mother kindly told me this, and honestly I can't say she was wrong. I look around me and see so many people who are just there.

Waiting.

For what?

Well, as all of us, they aren't quite sure.

But one thing I can tell you, is that you can't wait very long. you eventually have to do something. Its either for that unsure thing, or for anything else you're still waiting for.