Have you ever thought something that surprised you? Well, there’s a reason for that. What most of us don’t know is that there’s a parallel world where all our thoughts come from. They live and grow there, one next to the other until it’s time for them to be born. Then they choose one of us to nurture them into maturity.
They usually live in harmony, except for one who just didn’t fit in. He was ignored by all the others and for a good reason. He was not the most pleasant thought to live with.
‘Look at your stupid faces!’ he would yell.
‘Can’t you all shut up for once!’
All of the other thoughts hated him, except for one. His neighbor Compassion was secretly in love with him. She melted by the sight of his adorable red face.
On the big screen where the thoughts can see a glimpse of their potential parents, a boy was shown. He was sitting in the back of a classroom by himself and looking at the ground whenever someone talked to him. The angry thought immediately knew that this boy would be his home, that there he could show the best of himself. He quickly grabbed his backpack full of words and jumped into the portal that transported him there. What he didn’t notice was that compassion jumped right after him, in love as she was with his thunderous voice.
The angry thought performed his role with dedication.
‘This question is stupid,’ the boy yelled every time the teacher asked him something he didn’t know.
‘I don’t want to play with you, because you are ugly,’ he answered when he was too shy to join the others.
Compassion watched him. First with a tickle in her stomach every time he let his voice be heard, but then she started to notice how tired he looked.
‘Take a rest. You work too hard,’ she would say.
But of course, he didn’t listen. He just yelled at her as he did at everyone and everything. That was after all that he was born to do.
And so he yelled and yelled, but no matter how much he did, the other children still mocked the little boy behind his back. He raised his voice until his shoulders started to hang and his red face turned pale. He shouted until he had no voice left.
Compassion couldn’t stand the sight of him losing all his passion, so one day she just grabbed him in a tight, loving hug. He tried to push her away. He yelled every insult at her he could think of, but he was too tired. The warm hug was too comfortable
As a ball rolled in front of the little boy’s feet, he immediately grabbed it and held it tightly against his chest.
‘Don’t you want to play with us?’ the other children asked.
‘No!’ he yelled. But then, the angry thought felt the warm arms of compassion around him.
The boy looked at the ground.
‘I do actually, but I need you to teach me how.’