In my experience everything has a purpose. A purpose it was created for, and a purpose to fulfil. But, is there anything that doesn't have a purpose?
"Takashi dear! It's already 8:00 shouldn't you be up by now?"
"Yes mom, im already up!" He shouted from his room, still in bed
"Alright dear if you say so" My Mom was always like that, always behind me pushing me forward
I remember that day as clear as i ever did, that fatefull day
"Im off to school mom" i said with a dead voice
"Alright dear have a good day, and also dont forget to get your homework. Remember your teacher hasn't recieved your homework lately" she said, smiling
"No mom, i won't forget this time"
For the past few weeks now i haven't done my homework. I didn't see the point, the purpose, i didn't care for it either. Lately i just felt that the purpose i've been seeking all my life, my destiny, wasn't found here. Wasn't found in this thought prison called school. I was tired of it, days merged with one another. I couldn't tell them apart, they were the same thing over and over again. And what for? I didn't see anything changing, people were all like "ohh its gonna get better" "ohh" this and that. But what do you know about me? We are different people after all. We think diffrently, we act diffrently. We are different, and once i realized that. I didn't see the point anymore. Why was i letting theese people decide for me, for what i wanna do, im a human too aren't i? I wanted to pursue what i wanted, not what anyone else wanted. I wanted to do what i want.
"Takashi!" a voice called out from behind
It was Momoko, a girl my age i've known since i was a little boy
"Walking to school alone without me?" she asked me, teasingly
"Oh im sorry should i have waited for you and get detention for being late like that time last week?"
"Hey! That wasn't my fault!" she said in a hurt tone
I glanced at Momoko's wrist. She had gotten a new watch, it was one of thoose digital watches you see more and more of nowadays
Then i looked at the time
"8:30 huh" i uttered in a low-pitch voice
"Wait, 8:30? Momoko we're gonna be late again!" i said grabbing her hand as i started running.
"Momoko, i need to take a break" i said while panting heavily.
"But you can still make it if you go without me"
Momoko turned toward me, her long blonde hair shining like a star in the morning breeze. And her blue eyes meeting my gaze.
"Before i go, i want you to have this" she said as she passed me a note.
"What is this?" i said, still panting.
"There's something written on it, but don't look at it before you get to school ok?" she said, embarassed.
"Ok"
"Ill be off now"
Ill always admire her, that soft skin and blonde golden hair, thoose eyes who look like Sapphires that can pierce even the toughest of hearts, her elegant figure befitting a princess.
I might even have a little crush.
But i know, deep inside, someone like her deserves better than the likes of me. In that sense, i hate myself. I can't have what i want because of me. Im the problem. Everyone says it'll get better, but it doesn't. Why? Because of me, they're different from me because they bettered themselves. They pushed their limits and became a better person. I never did.
I stood up
"Late for school again huh?" i muttered to myself
I began to feel dizzy
The Heat finally caught up to me, i thought. Or maybe its the five hours of sleep that is catching up to me?
I sat down, maybe i should just take a moment to rest. i closed my eyes.
Everything went silent, all i could hear was the birds singing and the trees swaying in the wind.
It was almost like i was sitting at the root of a tree. Resting.
I opened my eyes, i was really resting at the root of a tree.
Wait, im resting at the root of a tree?