Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

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Genre: Fantasy

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Metamorphosis
n.noun
A marked change in appearance,
character, condition, or function.
The physical properties of a person,
place or thing that goes through
a change; a transformation often
associated of that with the pupil
stage of a caterpillar changing
into a butterfly.

An infinite journey, consisting
of changes and transformations.
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Summary


Metamorphosis
n.noun
A marked change in appearance,
character, condition, or function.
The physical properties of a person,
place or thing that goes through
a change; a transformation often
associated of that with the pupil
stage of a caterpillar changing
into a butterfly.

An infinite journey, consisting
of changes and transformations.

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Submitted: April 05, 2017

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Genevieve

A very deep and complicated girl who really cares about her friends. She may not see the world the way most see it. She is also extremely good at everything she does, but modest, because she doesn't think she's that great.

“I’m not great at everything.” Genevieve stated, but then shrugged to the generalization that maybe she has low self-esteem and it wasn’t all because she was just modest. There were a slew of things she knew she couldn’t do well, and she wasn’t afraid to admit those faults. Cooking. Sewing. Riding a Motorcycle. Running a Marathon. Climbing a tree. Walking down a runway without tripping. Walking in general without tripping. The Olympics. Water Skiing. Softball. Basketball. Football. Lacrosse. Well, honestly, anything that had to do with sports. Running, jumping, swimming and dancing. Those were things she knew she couldn’t do well. There were a lot more things she felt she couldn’t do, than things she felt she was great at—and even those great things she believed so highly of were not as great as other people.  And she was not afraid to admit that she was far from perfect. And that you didn’t need to be “great,” at everything to feel complete.

But that’s what she got when she looked up the meaning of her name. Her mother must have foreseen the type of person she was going to be the moment she held her in her arms. Her mother picked the name Genevieve, because she always liked it, but she liked to call her Joy. She said that she had always been the Joy of her life and everything she hoped to find in a daughter.

Although it wasn’t easy living with such an unusual name and she was asked too many times about what it meant; she informed it was just as complicated as she was as a person. So in turn she just settled to be called the shortened version which was Gen. Her full name was Genevieve Marie Diamond.  She liked how it flowed.  She liked that it was different. She liked the sound of it. She liked that she was the only one that had that name.

But truthfully the only accurate description was that she “definitely didn’t see the world the way most would see it.” But in the end that was ok. She eventually learned to stop explaining herself to people that were committed to misunderstanding her. They would always ask the meaning of her name – just as they were not even close to understanding what a true Metamorphosis was, she only cared to explain to people that were generally interested, not just curious.

In Genevieve’s mind a metamorphosis was about life and death and everything in between. It was about those moments we missed and others that we sometimes failed to recognize. It was about the times we spent on complicated situations but realized too late that we’d been wasting so much time on things so diminutive and small.

But this was always something that she and Paul could agree on no matter how different they were up close. This was something that he believed and how we all just waste time on things that didn’t really even matter and never will.

Gen knew that Paul would be there to remind her of it when she had begun to forget. And he definitely was always there to bring her down to reality, when she started to float away. He was there to make sure she didn’t fly too far into the sun.

But she knew that it was safe to say that “maybe I am not great at everything, but in the end I am good enough.”


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