Life of a Lilliput

I believe in Giants. Every child dreams of ascending a bean pole into the clouds, but it is around the death of Santa Clause do we realize that we will more than likely never shake in our boots to a formidable Fee-fi-fo-fum. I dropped this notion with the rest of my peers, but my belief never dissolved, it simply shifted. I began to idolize false profits and embrace the lies of the meek. I saw Giants everywhere, as if I were a lone Lilliput lost in a world of Gulliver’s. Not windmills, but high school quarterbacks and rich kids with fast cars. Not people, but perfections. A gorgeous girl with an immaculate report card blots out the sun above me and I dare not look her in the eyes. I should have never left from under my rock, or at least found a smaller one to arm myself with.

Sitting pretty at (almost) six foot and three inches, a tape is an utterly useless instrument of measurement, for within all of us is a Gulliver and horde Lilliputs. Amist personal relationships and socialization I am the smallest boy in the world, but outside of the social stratosphere, I fit my shoes. A dichotomy tearing me at the seams, I was taking my social anxiety onto the tennis court and into the classroom. It is the Giant that is inside of us, inside of all of us, that we must find. What appears to be a tricky fox hut is very simply really; he always hides in the same place, right behind your beating heart. It is to our dismay when we look, but do not find. We stack up large bundles of cash and then are shocked when he isn’t behind our accumulation of wealth. He isn’t following you on Instagram, and he won’t be there for you when you are trying to fit in. I found my inner Giant in complete isolation, watching the birds and climbing mountains. Often, he is dying on a hill over some silly point he just can’t let go of, but the dead giveaway is he is present when there is help in need.

We are the Giants. Standing above the world, we have the power to change things for the better. Giants can act to help others find their greatest and truest selves, but we can also stomp the Lilliput’s as if to prove that we aren’t one ourselves. Oh, what a tangled web we weave when indeed, we are deceived. All you must do is believe, do you see?