As the class continued , my mind wandered… and I couldn't help but think about my own situation. Was I really the villain in this story? Or was it the people around me who couldn't see past my differences and accept me for who I was? On the outside, I may have looked different, but on the inside, I was just like everyone else. I had hopes and dreams, loved ones and aspirations.
As the day went on, I thought more and more about the idea of being an antagonist. What did it even mean? Was it someone who was inherently evil and wanted to cause harm to those around them? Or was it someone who was forced into a role they never asked for because of how others perceived them?
As I walked home that day, lost in thought, I saw a group of children playing in the park. They were laughing and running around, carefree and happy. And for a moment, I wished I could go back in time and be a part of their world. A world where the only thing that mattered was the joy of being alive.
But then, as if in a moment of clarity, I realized something. I wasn't a villain. I was just someone who had been labeled as such by the people around me. And in reality, I was just trying to navigate my own path in life, just like everyone else.
So I decided right then and there to write my own story. A story where I was the hero, not the villain. A story where I could be whoever I wanted to be, without judgment or scrutiny. And with that, I set off on a new adventure, one of self-discovery and liberation. And as I walked into the sunset, I knew that my story was just beginning.