Post by Kai on Feb 9, 2011 8:48:18 GMT -5
The Butterfly
Short Story By: Katie Mayberry
The day came and went it was just a blur, like every day. Only a lose collaboration of everything remained in the minds of those who fell victim to the routine. And slowly, slowly the rest of the week became that of a blur much like the one that captivated so many the day before. And even so we find this curse we call a routine is capable of transforming even the most energetic of people. Those naïve to the concept may argue that to every rule an exception, yet not one will be found. For, everyone whether they chose to agree to it or not has their own metallic coat, some encased in a thin sheen of normality others weighed down by the heftiness of their own. But, in the robotic game of every day to which we all play, there is occasionally but ever so rarely an abnormality that breaks the “norm”. And almost like clockwork as if part of the routine itself one by one the robots of the week shed their dull, bleak coat for a new, more colorful one, a coat of uniqueness. This is not to say the metallic coat of normality has completely weathered away, rather that it has been hidden, locked away until the week begins again. And at the end of each week as if it were a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, the weekend, the soul heart of uniqueness, emerges from its own metallic chrysalis.
So as I, like any other, fall victim to this routine, I beg to ask the question; Is mankind any different? Are we all so used to this daily curse that it has become a shield to us, protecting us from what is the cold reality? Must we try to break this routine so that we too can see what has been forever lost, or will we wonder in passing but ignore our curiosity because it is the “norm”. Will we continue living the way we “should” so we too will not be labeled and risk embarrassment. Is mankind this shallow as to ignore a healthy, natural, curiosity that could in not for a moment, set us free, just to escape the possibility of failure and embarrassment? Have we like many others become so attached to our metallic coats that we dare not shed them on the slightest chance we might stand out. On the chance that we in fact may become that lone, unique, butterfly.
Critique and opinions welcome.
Short Story By: Katie Mayberry
The day came and went it was just a blur, like every day. Only a lose collaboration of everything remained in the minds of those who fell victim to the routine. And slowly, slowly the rest of the week became that of a blur much like the one that captivated so many the day before. And even so we find this curse we call a routine is capable of transforming even the most energetic of people. Those naïve to the concept may argue that to every rule an exception, yet not one will be found. For, everyone whether they chose to agree to it or not has their own metallic coat, some encased in a thin sheen of normality others weighed down by the heftiness of their own. But, in the robotic game of every day to which we all play, there is occasionally but ever so rarely an abnormality that breaks the “norm”. And almost like clockwork as if part of the routine itself one by one the robots of the week shed their dull, bleak coat for a new, more colorful one, a coat of uniqueness. This is not to say the metallic coat of normality has completely weathered away, rather that it has been hidden, locked away until the week begins again. And at the end of each week as if it were a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, the weekend, the soul heart of uniqueness, emerges from its own metallic chrysalis.
So as I, like any other, fall victim to this routine, I beg to ask the question; Is mankind any different? Are we all so used to this daily curse that it has become a shield to us, protecting us from what is the cold reality? Must we try to break this routine so that we too can see what has been forever lost, or will we wonder in passing but ignore our curiosity because it is the “norm”. Will we continue living the way we “should” so we too will not be labeled and risk embarrassment. Is mankind this shallow as to ignore a healthy, natural, curiosity that could in not for a moment, set us free, just to escape the possibility of failure and embarrassment? Have we like many others become so attached to our metallic coats that we dare not shed them on the slightest chance we might stand out. On the chance that we in fact may become that lone, unique, butterfly.
Critique and opinions welcome.