Little Wind Story no. 9

Instincts

by Octavian Balea

There is a small voice on his shoulder that tells him what to do and what to think. That's the voice that defines whatever is genuine in him. On the other shoulder there is allways the voice of his reason, of his society's reason, of the reason that his small circle of individuals are imposing upon him. The voice of logical behaviour.

He sees and he loves what he sees. He feels but the voice bombards him with reasons. He censors his feelings. He is a conventional and conformist individual. His small circle is proud of him.

As a child he didn't need to listen to that voice.

But his instincts blow like an irresistable wind through his ears.