The first time I heard them was when I was small. I was thrilled. I told my mother, and she screamed at me. She said I was bad. She said that there was something wrong inside of me. She did not share my enthusiasm. I spent weeks talking to doctors before I wised up.
I never mentioned the voices again.
What they don't understand is the STRENGTH. The voices make me powerful because I have an understanding that eludes you. That eludes my mother. The doctors. Why should I care about daily stresses when I know that there is a plan?
I am a cog. That is all. The strength is in the whole machine.
It's been years now. Decades. So many nights spent listening. Learning. Planning. When the end comes, people will be surprised, but the voices will laugh in harmony. I may or may not be there to enjoy it in the flesh.
I might just join the multitude of voices.
