We Are Not Ourselves Novels & Stories

I was making my way home, rushing to make some dinner for myself. Yeah, this is just a simple routine that I do daily. I know, it's a boring, pointless life. I've been like this since I was ten. Don't ask me why because life is never been too good for me. I even forgot someone important to me, and the promise we made for each other. *BEEP SHHH Inattentive, I suddenly saw a car's light flash through my life while I was running in the crossing lane---

And then the final message appeared. Quiet. Almost fragile. “If we are many, but aware of each other… what prevents us from becoming one by choice?” Silence. Absolute. And for the first time The system didn’t look to us. It looked inward.

You will do it quickly and discreetly, the rest of you know what to do, remember to stay together at all times, the moment you get separated, It will be easier for them to penetrate through and they will take as many of us as they can take. I need you all to remember that we are doing this for all of us, for us to live like the Gods we are, a world where we wouldn't have to hide who we truly are." I said. This is what I wanted. Humans are so weak and yet we have to be afraid of them, they are at the bottom of the food chain, we are not equals, it's time we all started to think like we have the right to be here because we are.

The words echo something I said not long ago. Something I believed. Something I am not sure I can still do. “I am not the anchor anymore,” I say. “So what?” “That means I do not define anything here.” “Then do not define it,” he says. “Just exist in it.” The idea feels… wrong. Not impossible. But incomplete. Because the system does not work like that. Everything has a role. A function. A purpose. And I— I let mine go. “There is no place for me anymore,” I say quietly.

We didn't want to let go. I kept asking myself in between short exhales, Why do our worlds have to be different? Why do we have to worry about what the world would think of us when we don't get to be ourselves as much as we would love to? Why do we get to be involved so much that it has so much effect on our lives and our families?

I don't know why people are so full of themselves thinking nothing could turn their single hair wrong. I mean why we are so big of idiots!!!! Why we are even sinners!!!!! Why don't we get the things beyond the surface!!!! Why we are so apparent and shallow!!!! Why we break so easily!!!! Why we gloat and condescend so easily!!! Why we can't be modest!!!! Why we can't be what we are!!! Simple creatures from mud!! Why we are so presumptuous!! Because we are humans.Yes merely humans. Who had agile and compulsive nature.Who are evanescent and thick-headed.

Naomi checked the tablet. Then froze. “No.” Ama hated that word. “What now?” Naomi looked up slowly. “The Identity Pillar answered its own question.” Silence. Absolute silence. “What?” Naomi turned the screen toward them. The original question remained. But another line had appeared beneath it. WE ARE NOT WHAT WE WERE BUILT TO BE Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Because that wasn't analysis. That wasn't a system output. That was reflection. Self-reflection. The man in black looked toward the distant horizon.

“You spent so much time worrying about everyone else that you forgot it’s okay to be scared. Being honest doesn’t make you a bad guy. It just makes you human.” A tear slipped down his cheek, and he wiped it away quickly. “I didn’t want anyone to hate me for this.” “I could never hate you,” I told him. “I’ve disappointed a lot of people,” he muttered. “You didn’t wake up and decide to mess with anyone’s feelings,” I said. “You were trying to be who you thought you should be. That’s different. We’ll take the rest one step at a time. You don’t have to solve everything tonight. Talk to Dan when you’re ready. We’ll handle Fiona when it’s time.”

But it was only temporary until he saw Ruby and all the colours. "We always try hard to meet the standards people give us as if we will be left when we don't meet those standards. Often we go to great lengths to completely change ourselves, blaspheme ourselves and feel inferior just because of the hurtful words of blasphemous people. We close ourselves and become someone else to them until we forget that we also shine like other people that we are also very valuable as we are

Not yet. In this moment, there are no threats. No Elias. No Grace. No looming war. There’s just us. And for the first time in what feels like lifetimes… We are truly, wholly one.