Mateo
"People are meant to be a lot of ways," Mateo argues, and this time it's an easy one to make. Finishing a spoonful of soup, he waves his (clean) spoon towards his friend. "Otherwise we would all be aviators, or we would all be botanists. We would all worship the same god, or all be good at swimming, and nobody would be afraid of heights or dislike being touched."
Feeling somewhat victorious, Mateo shifts to sit comfortably cross-legged on his chair to finish his lunch, only for Ever to philosophically slap the bread out of his mouth. Clearing his throat for a second and reaching out for a sip of tea (to buy himself some time), the most he can offer at first is an airy shrug. "To be honest," he says slowly, "I find it easier to tell when I am not happy. That is when I know things need to change. Like today when I was out at the Grotto."
It's different when it's fleeting discomfort; a bad day or an uncomfortable encounter that one can shrug off. The kind of unhappiness that sits on your chest when you first wake up - that's the stuff change is made of.
Feeling somewhat victorious, Mateo shifts to sit comfortably cross-legged on his chair to finish his lunch, only for Ever to philosophically slap the bread out of his mouth. Clearing his throat for a second and reaching out for a sip of tea (to buy himself some time), the most he can offer at first is an airy shrug. "To be honest," he says slowly, "I find it easier to tell when I am not happy. That is when I know things need to change. Like today when I was out at the Grotto."
It's different when it's fleeting discomfort; a bad day or an uncomfortable encounter that one can shrug off. The kind of unhappiness that sits on your chest when you first wake up - that's the stuff change is made of.
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
