Once upon a time, in a far
away and very peculiar kingdom, there lived a girl.
Now, she was not your
usual child for she was headstrong and not at all as nice girls should
be; and she demanded far more of the world around her than was seemly.
She constantly complained about the lack of love, the lack of care,
the lack of attention; she asked for things, and when she didn't get
them, got furiously angry and screamed most loudly; and worse still,
she often refused to do things she considered to be stupid, boring,
painful or pointless.
She was a very difficult girl.
In the peculiar kingdom in which this girl lived, it was held to be
best practice to make sure that all children grow up and expect
nothing, want nothing, hope for nothing and desire nothing at all,
lest they would be disappointed, and the adults there were adamant
that children had to learn this early on, so that they would grow up
and never question that there was no point to anything at all, at
least not any kind of point that would make any sense to anyone with
half a brain.
But try as they might, and they did really try with all their might to
make the young girl behave herself, she just wouldn't stop complaining
about the things she didn't want to eat, to hear, to understand, to
see and to feel.
So she found herself, young as she was, at war with the entire
This war started first thing in the morning and as soon as she got up,
and it really never ended for as long as she was awake, and even
though her life really was a nightmare, she just couldn't stop asking
for a different world, a better world.
When she got old enough to carefully creep down the bottom of the
stairs and sneak out of the back door without anyone observing her and
catching her, so that she might be put to some new work or lesson that
would teach her how to behave correctly in the ways of the peculiar
kingdom, she went outside and there, she found a better world, just
like she had always been insisting should exist.
Outside, and far away from all those peculiar rules and regulations,
tasks and demands, there was a different life.
There was a sky with clouds that could be anything; and these clouds
never screamed at the little girl.
There were trees and grass and flowers, and these would never ask her
to start digging, chopping, cutting, working.
There was a little brook with quick and lively water, beautiful in sun
or rain, and it just flowed and giggled and it never looked at the
little girl full of resentment or reproach.
There was rain which fell from the sky and never complained how dirty
she was, or how ugly; it tickled and slid cold in pretty drops over
her skin and nestled in her hair and it didn't care at all to tell her
to be quiet when she felt like she wanted to say something, or to
This new world which lay both outside as well as within the borders of
the peculiar kingdom was everywhere, and there, the little girl found
a place of freedom, joy and wonder, and she would do just what she
could to make it so that she could go there as much as possible, for
this other world had healing powers, and if she could be there just a
time within each day, then it was easier to stand against the torrent
of abuse and rage, neglect and sheer insanity that was the order of
the day, prescribed by law for all the citizens within the most
The new world gave her strength, and that was not at all what those
who tried to train her in their most peculiar ways would like to see,
for they saw it as being all their tasks to break her from her strange
ideas and have her be the same as all the other children who sat pale
and quiet, lied and learned to lie until they knew no longer truth
So it was decided for her own good so they said to put her in a place
where she could not escape; where there was nothing but the walls and
many other children being trained all day and most the night to be
good citizens of the peculiar kingdom.
They put her into a prison cell and locked the door.
The girl, she cried; she raged and shouted, but it was to no avail.
The walls were solid and the doors were solid too; there was no window
and the world outside was now no longer there to help her, give her
strength and the reminder that there are quite different ways of
being, doing, feeling and experiencing the world.
She cried and screamed for many, many days to no avail, and then a
dark night came upon her and she might have been re-educated at that
moment, but when it came, and when the question came as if she only
had imagined all that other life of joy, of beauty and of freedom, and
that it really wasn't there at all as all the other, bigger ones had
always held and always sworn, it was as though a light streamed right
into her prison cell and she ...
She remembered the feel of wind in her hair, and the heat of the
golden sunshine straight into her back and radiating hot and golden
through and through, into her arms, into her feet; she remembered the
little brook and the sweet clear water, flowing always, endlessly,
uncatchable, and then the rain, the perfect little spheres and
droplets, making perfect circles in a puddle; she remembered the earth
soft giving, slippery between her toes and she remembered the colours
when the sun goes down, more radiant, more beautiful than all and
anything the lost ones from the kingdom had to offer or did think so
valuable, or precious.
She took the memories and lovingly, assembled them in time and space
within her mind, within her being, and she held them there and clear
and bright, and there it was, her world, her one and only world, and
it was there, and it was with her even here in this dark night, in
this dark prison cell of stone.
The world of beauty, it had come and it had come to her; and once this
happens to a little girl or to a little boy, it cannot be undone, not
by a thousand beatings or a million insults; it cannot be undone by
pain, by suffering, or by the many, many words, no matter if they are
screamed right into your face or sneaky poison dripping guilt and
The world of beauty, which the girl decided to be known just as the
real world, it had come and never did it leave the little girl again.
Eventually, her strength was making all the teachers and the trainers
weary for they did not have such a power, such a magic and such truth
to nourish them or to sustain them, and their fear would go so far,
but could not ever stand against the power and the beauty of the sun
and rain, of trees and little creatures, soaring birds and mountain
rock, and deep inside they knew this too.
They had to let her go.
The girl went back to her old home in the peculiar kingdom and went on
with her life. It was hard, and she never did stop complaining about
the miserableness of it all that everyone seemed to take for granted
still, but she had found herself, had found her world, had found her
freedom and so everything was really, quite alright.
© SFX 2004