Twyla wore nothing but ordinary clothes and lived a first rate version of a generic life. Sometimes in the darkness of her home she pretended to be what she wanted to be, instead of a poorly rated version of someone else.
She was sick of pleasing others but was afraid to remove her mask. Twyla realized that sometimes you cannot take it off without peeling off some of your own limitations.
She had been born an original, not a copy and knew deep down that freedom lies in being you and no one else.
They say that being original is a side of sincerity. So Twyla, being very sincere, scattered cobwebs all around her home to keep out the duplicity that never stopped.
Days went by and inch by inch she crawled out of her time warp and defined herself. She painted a Loch Lomond monster and erected it outside her home.
She had no apologies, nor regrets. Twyla wanted people to see with their own eyes and feel with their hearts. Her neighbours remarked that it took courage to start your own rebellion.
When she went to work the next day she finally realized that people were clones. Their thoughts were someone else’s opinions and they all looked and acted the same.
Twyla also did not come to work in the same type of clothing that other people wore. They immediately turned their back on her and whispered.
She looked at them straight in the face and told them this is who she was and no one had to like it.
Twyla started living her life moment to moment and finally began to enjoy herself.
There was just one life for her now and that would be her own. Her mother had once told her that when she finally grew up and understood what life was all about she could have her first pair of jet heels.
She sat on the stairs of her home that no longer had cobwebs and that was different than anyone elses. She clicked the heels of her black patent shoes that had sat in the cupboard for years and smiled,
" She was finally the beginning and the end."
Don't lease your life.. own it !
Update : It has been five hours since I put this post up. I went to the flea market and I waited and I waited. I made lunch and I waited. I am a literary flop, and my mentors tell me,
"Read the Classics Linda to make your writing better!".
So I am.. I put a partial Wilde quote IN BOLD and no one caught on. NO one except Larry. That goes to show you something. Maybe I should go back to Perez Hilton:)
I could not throw eggs at you or any other Halloween trick. I did this and I flopped. Back to the eggs next year.:)
Linda Seccaspina 2010
Bette by Google
Can you spot what is not mine?