--The Feathers--

Some might say something “Is not big enough to do much of any importance” And to their point, a planet is bigger in size, a galaxy, a realm, a world. However, it is not about the size that reflects the importance of something, or someone.

Place ONE being next to an entire universe. One might say “What is one being next to something as a universe”. I say, our physical sizes may not be the same. Our importance, and meaning is. ONE being is more important that what he, she, it, or whichever one would identify themselves as, think they are. I believe we are all connected. Our choices impact the world around us. No matter what you think of thyself, your existence matters.

Thou might feel “weak”, and “useless” when experiencing events. Events in which thou had never been through before. A passing, a betrayal, an “accident”. Feeling as if thou art “alone” and thoughts of wearing masks may seem as a good idea.

“Maybe THAT way, I will not be alone anymore”.

“Maybe HE will like me if Ido…”

“Maybe SHE will notice me if Ido…”

“Maybe I will feel WORTHY of living if I do….”

From my experience however, I can say that it is one of the worst things in which thou can do. I used to be like that. I would carry a suitcase of masks around, almost everywhere. Each mask seemed to allow me to “fit in” with a different group of people. And eventually I found what I THOUGHT I wanted as a child.

“I want to be friends with the popular kids. So I can be one of them”I used to think as I saw them around each other. Looking as if they were having fun. And I wanted that. To have fun, to be understood, to feel safe with those around me. I wanted it….somuch…

Though no matter how many people I met.It never felt as I thought it would. I was friends with nearly every social stigma. “The people which played card games, the quiet people, the ones playing sports, the ones whom liked to study, those whom did not, and “the populars” And many more.

It was not until later, when I looked around a busy room, and felt none of them, I realized that what I wanted was not to be friends with “the populars”, or to be popular. I wanted someone whom would understand me. Whom wou