Survival is Key
CHAPTER 1- Life as we know it
It’s different but the same. We always hear stories of the past, of how good it used to be. We hear the stories of how our parents met, of how it is so romantic. They always remind us of how love can rule you. I really don’t pay attention. Romance is not fit for this era, maybe in the past love was part of it all. Maybe love was what they lived for. Now we live to stay alive. Our parents say that they met at an orphanage. An orphanage was a new concept to us that we’d never heard of. It seams so in the past that I don’t know why they tell the story still. When they met they fell madly in love with each other (They were about 17 and were able to leave the orphanage). Leaving the orphanage meant that my parents could go off and search for their families. “They were bound to be out there somewhere!”. I now know where Sky gets her optimistic spirit from. I am neither a pessimist nor an optimist. I don’t spend my time thinking about glasses of water. I do know that if you’re dieing of thirst that, that glass of water is going to save your life. Whether it’s half full or half empty. My parents say that they wanted to start a family together after years of trying to find any relatives. A few months later there was Sky. Then a few more years there was me.
Life isn’t easy and it’s certainly not a happy place. You live to create money. When you stop making money you are disposed of…
To the Ruler we are only little matchsticks holding up his matchstick kingdom. As soon as you become of no need. And you are disposed of. It is not uncommon. Although I hear my parents rant on and on about it. Unfortunately it’s quite spoken of these days. Of course not in the classroom. The Ruler doesn’t want us to believe that he could do wrong. The only issue that I have with him disposing people-other than the obvious taking of the lives of the innocent and all- is the fact that he does it in peculiar ways. I’ve heard of sending them over seas with a bounty over their heads, a woman ‘tripped’ into a pool of hungry sharks and other odd ways to go. I remember a long time ago when I was very young my father was told to transfer jobs. He had one day to get all his things together and move to the office building across town. The message that got to the Ruler was that he had the day off. His boss was fired which probably means he didn’t live and my dad was sent a lovely letter in a black envelope that read:
CONGRATULATIONS!
You have won a free trip to destination of your choice.
It was wrong. He was going to be sent to be killed. He replied very sweetly with another envelope. That our mighty Ruler must of got it wrong because he would be working all of the next week and that he would have loved to but couldn‘t see himself able to get leave.
The Ruler doesn’t like to be told anything let alone that he’s wrong. My mother always tells my dad that he really shouldn’t have done that. They bicker a lot but I know that they still love each other. They never fight fight. Only disagree a lot.
0 Comments
No comments yet.
RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URL
Leave a comment