Magic

Sitting at home I have started losing my mind (not that I had any to start with), in a bad way. This post is not about that (even though I know that I need to get it out of my system).

A long time ago, in a land far away, there lived a girl. She was an ordinary girl, from a not so ordinary family. She had a childhood of constant conflict, a childhood divided in two. Often in later years she would wish she could unlive the childhood she had, she would wish she could erase all memories of it. Sadly, she had a terribly good memory, a memory most considered a great virtue, but only she knew it was nothing but a vice, a burden. Sometimes it's better to forget, to feel true bliss.

As this girl grew older, and her awkwardness seeped underneath her skin and corrupted her mind, she thought more and more often of hiding, of disappearing into nothingness. Slowly she withdrew into the shadows of her broken world, and shut out all the light. It was there that she realized she had a gift, she knew magic. The petty mortals of the world knew not of such a thing, and she knew they would not understand, she knew that they would shun her away as if she were an alien being. So this gift of her's she hid from all.

The magic she knew, my friends, was not your ordinary stuff of love potions and flying sky high, it involved no wand, nor did it have much to do with spells and magic words. No, her magical powers were beyond it all. She had the ability to go to any place she liked, change her surroundings into anything that pleased her, provided she would go back to the world in which she was born once the magic of the moment wore out. She had the ability to change the world.

At first she only used her gift like a drug, to drift herself away from the pains of everyday life. She would take herself to watch beautiful sunsets, and see majestic waterfalls. She would take herself to mountainsides and riverbeds, she would even take herself to space and roam galaxies never even dreamed of. She created lands of bliss all around her, she created a perfect world, where no pain could be found, no pain could be caused, nothing negative existed. Alas the ecstasy of drugs must soon turn into dark paranoia.

The burden of pain she carried in her heart soon seeped into the wounds and cracks of her world of escape. The pain permeated through her skin, into the air around her and made it heavy, suffocating her. Was her gift to turn into a bane? She could have succumbed to it, like she had given in to every sorrow or happiness that came her way, but for the first time in her life she wanted to put up a fight, even if it meant the death of her. Even death is better than a void, better than emptiness.

So she traveled to worlds of suffering with her magic, she saw the horrors of war first hand, she saw the inhuman conditions of the slums, she saw the hypocrisy of the government, she was an eyewitness of how that which seemed white quickly faded to black, and how not all black things were truly dark. She saw cunning behind the pure, and the naivety behind the corrupt. She saw for the first time human suffering, human bondage, cruelty and true surrender. She watched a suicide, she committed a murder, the turmoils and guilt of the world was now heavy on her back, like burden of the workers who carried bricks for miles to build a lost cause. Only then did she see the naked truth, only then did she cast away the pains of everyday life and learn to smile. She understood her gift, this ability to change the world.

Far in the future, when she had truly mastered her gift, and was busy bettering the world, she heard a voice ringing in the distance. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to see no one. Then she watched her world come crashing down, it was a blur of color, like buckets of falling paint. And then it was darkness. Her pen slipped and fell to the floor, and a familiar hand reached to pick it up for her...

Ah...Woodchuck Gods...

Often I've sat and wondered why the Woodchuck Gods suddenly awoke to realize they wanted to take over the world. I mean, sure the world is in a pretty chaotic condition right now, and they sure haven't been worshiped by any carbon-based life forms that I know of, but why realize these facts after existing and evolving over millions of years? Yet I'm very sure the source of my worries is of absolutely no importance whatsoever, at least not at this precise moment.

The Woodchuck Gods never quite approved the exchange of tiny green pieces of paper for goods of real value. They always found it odd how humans tend to rely so much on these little sheets of paper that there was such a high percentage of them worrying about this trade. Some Homo sapiens even murdered or committed suicide over these tiny pieces of green paper. Now that the world was plunge into what was called an Economic Crisis, the Woodchuck Gods were left dumbstruck at the condition these so-called intelligent life forms brought upon themselves. So many people lost their jobs (what humans hate doing but must do to get these little green pieces of paper), and at such times finding this source of income was very difficult indeed.

The Woodchuck Gods often wondered why some carbon-based life forms had huge concrete/wood structures to sleep in, while others lived under a tin roof, or sometimes not even that. The Woodchuck Gods had always seen that their fellow Woodchucks were well off, and if ever one was in need of anything, many Woodchuck Gods were ready to lend a helping hand. Yet this world of humans was almost cruel. Tattered and torn younglings would go up to these men in suits, holding breifcases, and ask for a tiny share of those green pieces of paper, enough to buy them a meal, but they would always be turned down. Yet these humans in suits would gladly give a portion of their little green sheets of paper to fat men who transported them from one end of a road to another in yellow steel frames that had wheels. Oh the irony...

What struck them as even odder was the fact that most Homo sapiens had the time to hate other Homo sapiens on the basis of creed, class, color, religion, or even sexual orientation! The Woodchuck Gods never cared much if their fellow Woodchucks were dark furred or light furred, or whether they were the types who liked members of the same sex, or if one Woodchuck believed in UFOs and the other did not. The Woodchuck Gods always felt that there were more important ways to judge other Woodchucks, ways that didn't reek of prejudice. Woodchuck Gods believed in the equality of all Woodchucks. Yet humans killed each other because of these differences, they killed each other for no fault, for no reason, for no purpose other than hatred.

"Why do humans give so much importance to the unborn of their species when they happily kill animals capable of feeling?" wondered one of the Woodchuck Gods as he heard about protests against abortion. The Woodchuck Gods always believed that it was one's choice to agree with abortion or not, but protesting against it was a absolute stupidity, let the person in question decide whether it's wrong according to them or not. This went for so many other things, like banning stem cell research. Why stop the scientific progress of the world only because your views differ from someone elses? They say we have freedom of thought, freedom of speech, but the Woodchuck Gods realized that they were just silly phrases to cover up the fact that such things did not exist.

The human world is a complex place, full of contradictions everywhere. Unnecessary complexities add to the already burdensome life that these humans live. The Woodchuck Gods watched the birds fly, and they knew what freedom really is. That eagle soaring up in the sky symbolizes the freedom of thought, that nightingale singing its song in the night symbolizes the freedom of speech, and inbetween is nothing but true bliss. If ever the Woodchuck Gods wanted to take over the earth, it was because they wanted to see every living entity get the most out of this life they had been given, rather than wasting it away in sorrows and burdens with just an insignificant hint of what life really is.

Alas, will the world ever be free?