Conflicting Mentalities

Conflicting Mentalities

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Who are you when lights go out? When the winds howl and the rain slathers the sides of helpless buildings, my mind goes deep.

I never thought I would end up here three decades later. My parents accuse me of having no direction. I’d argue a lack of complicated desires ends in interesting outcomes.

How many driven, committed individuals can say they’ve mined for glow-worms in the deep tunnels of Soeli, or climbed to the giant fungi of Azim rescuing lost children?

Few people, and I’m willing to bet my limited income on that. People were worried when the scientists unveiled the first working teleportation device.

They didn’t think they’d lose limbs on the journey. (That problem had been solved decades ago.) No, they were concerned the galaxy would be filled with wandering, listless teenagers.

It’s always the youth causing problems. The older generation is funny. The authorities complain about this swath of kids, but where are they?

I’m one, sure, but I’ve met few like me. Some have a brief stage in their youth, or middle-age if they’re unlucky, but few stick to it.

They return to a more acceptable state of being. It’s scary to live like this full time. To have so much uncertainty.

It intrigues people more than they’d like to admit, but it terrifies them.

It’s a shame, but it makes my life easier. I get fewer questions that way. Also, without that stability means accepting everything as temporary.

People get so caught up in finding a meaning for life, they do nothing.

My life’s been stressful, uncertain and hard. Has it been uninteresting? Heavens, no. Think too hard about something, and it falls apart.

About The Author

Leo Flynn - (Founder & Author)

Author: Leo Flynn writes queer YA hopepunk for the lost. Other galaxies and reading everything consumes his waking hours. He’s Australian, but bounces all over the place. Why? Why not?