Zartosh.

Zartosh asked what the issue was. Aged 7, he did his little dance, decided his best to be at the behavior that impresses me the most. 

But I, I decided to ignore him. 

I picked up the little kid and kept him in the corner. 

But why are you ignoring me, whined the little kid. 

I took a deep breath, folded my arms, rolled my eyes and went away. 

I walked into the comforts of Life, of the world and I felt so much like them. 

I suddenly could feel part of everything, at least as a passive observer if not an active participant. 

I felt just like the others. 

I was told, now, just copy the rest. 

All awhile, amidst the acceptance I got, I had made a little trade deal. 

For the peace of acceptance and of looking like the rest, I had decided to keep Zartosh away. 

Even when Zartosh believed to have been performing in a disciplined away, I sat him away. Away from me, for he made me think, he made me step up and do things. 

It was easier to be away from Zartosh than to be with Zartosh. 

Between the world and Zartosh, I chose the world. 

Between conformity and Zartosh, I chose conformity. 

Between understanding and being understood, I chose understanding. 

Not so many years ago, one of my really good friends had once stopped me mid sentence and said, "You know your brain is crazy right?". I had smiled and nodded. 

Yup, it is. 

There are two types of people in this world. 

While some of us are strong enough to tackle their Zartosh, their brain and let their brain help them; there are others- who are timid, afraid, after thoroughly enjoying the epitome of crazy high of the brain, they don't seem afraid of the unknown but the possibility of "what could be".