Misfits #1: not our world

No, you stand cor­rec­ted. This isn’t our world. This is much more. This is our uni­verse. You just don’t real­ise it. We out­num­ber you by at least ten to one — it’s just that we keep very quiet about that fact. We refuse to sub­scribe to your way of think­ing, but we do so in near silence.

We are con­spir­at­orial, but we’re not con­spir­ing against you. We only talk in whis­pers and secret huddles because we don’t want any­one else to hear. Words are more effect­ive when spoken in hushed tones.

The only thing you have cor­rectly iden­ti­fied about us is that we don’t know where we’re going, which dir­ec­tion we’re headed in, what our role is in life. While it’s true that this some­times leads to a view of the future that is all parched earth, flat as con­crete, not even a single gnarled and leaf­less tree to moment­ar­ily offer a res­pite from the fea­ture­less hori­zon, often­times it’s also some­thing else: an adventure.

Walk­ing together, yet apart. Joined in solitude, with a burn­ing desire to explore. We will win, but not on your blinkered terms.