The Forgotten Sons

At first, I thought it would be too short of a title. I thought, it wouldn’t get the message through, the right way. I thought at first, going more like: Let‘s Raise A Toast To The Forgotten Sons … Yeah, sounds better right? Anyway, nevermind, now you get what I was talking about, now I don’t have to change my title.

Apart from the humour, the positivity, the outer space of sarcasm that I, personally, try to radiate through my stories, one like this, you can choose yourself, what to view it as. In my eyes it’s a tragedy, I like to treat things as comedies though. Picture me, saying what I just said, in a drunk mode.

Why should you do that? Well, for dramatic purposes obviously. It’s been a hell of a ride, these last 3 years, and the fun hasn’t even begun yet. There’s room for more. Oh, and how am I going to enjoy all of this, everything, the tiniest, least interesting, most boring aspects, of the adventure ahead. Especially now, that I have realised, what I was, since the very beginning of time itself … a Forgotten Son, one of many. ( btw you still have to picture me saying this to you as if I’m drunk, don’t forget that )

Don‘t worry, this is not a one-man show, I am neither trying to shift the spotlight on me, nor am I trying to make this sound, as some kind of biography, of my personal issues. No, no, no! By the end of the story, you are going to realise, even cry, or laugh, as to who it really depicts.

The name itself, the slogan speaks for itself:

The Forgotten Sons

What the concept stands for, is what ignited the sudden necessity, for me, to express it in words. So, here I am, telling you, that there is no fixed definition, no regular imagination, of what The Forgotten Sons stands for.

The Forgotten Sons could be, whatever you want it to be, whatever it is you can relate to, somehow, somewhere, based on the deep alleys of your consciousness. It can be a movie, a song, a short or long poem … maybe a tale you’re going to tell your grandchildren one day. To some of us out there, it is even a way of life, a lifestyle concept, or source of inspiration.

What‘s important is, that there is something, that pays tribute, to those, who never had the luxury, of validation in their lives, that every soul deserves. The world, before we enter adulthood, is split in two:

Those that shine, and those that don’t

Those that don’t, are forgotten in the shade. I am talking about, our childhoods, the main theme, of my story. As I continue to grow up, and my horizon widens, I realise, that I never want to be in the same position again, as that of being a child. When we grow up, we realise, how powerless we were, when we were children. Most people won’t give it a second thought, probably laugh about it, tell some funny story, and that’s it.

I think about it, and it scares me. You don’t live life, as you wished, but instead, you get to play within the realms, that those older than you, laid out for you. You get to see, how everyone praises their little ones, show them off to the world, boost them with confidence until they shine, like the rocking stars they’re supposed to be … and you get to watch.

You get to watch, but you don’t get to show. You get to listen, but you don’t get to talk. You get to talk, but not talk too much, because you’re not one of them. You don’t get to challenge them, because you don’t have the same massive support.

Days go by, months, years … and you grow up, always a little bit. You ask yourself, whether there is something wrong with you. You wonder, how can everyone be so indifferent, when you speak. Everyone seems to be happy, but you.

Then you grow up a little bit more, you reach the final stage, you’re neat to the present, and you realise, they all were part of the same realm. Yours, was a different one. You realise, everything was a lie. A big fat lie. You were never worthless, you were simply forgotten. So much, that you became immune to it, and you can shake it off, with a good laugh. You laugh, not because you have made peace with the past, but because the future, will be the opposite of it.

The Forgotten Sons, is a concept, that everyone can use, to find refuge. Everyone, that has a unique story, about themselves, where in whatever manner, felt ignored, unheard, or not valued enough.

To me, it is a mountain full of rage, waiting for me to set it ablaze

(P.S.: I wanted to ensure that I am not breaking any guidelines, so I wanted to make it known that I posted this story on Medium first. Ever since I became a member of the Vocal community, before I create new original content, I wanted to leave my mark with some of my prior works, that's why this is the second work I am posting over here, that I wrote somewhere else, before I unleash new potential. Thank You for your time.)