Noncoding DNA
Noncoding DNA - sometimes things just happen to be.
NONCODING DNA
He had a cheerful personality. He never stopped smiling to everyone, never stopped being kind to everyone, never stopped being optimistic and never stopped fighting for something he yearned for. However, he never stopped failing and losing just for once. He never got a first in school, never got 1st place on any exams no matter how hard he tried, tried, tried. He never had his parents' trust despite being very responsible and caring just because he never succeeded.
He felt so useless. He even liked doing meaningless and useless things people would never look at. Like dreaming. Who would appreciate a dream, the thing that you had 6 or 7 of it every night? Like beautiful blue feathers, they're beautiful but aside from that, how useful are they? Like the small flowers carried away by the wind, they're of no good use either. Like how he was hurt a little but just shrugged it away when his friend told him that she hated legends and myths and that she thought they're just for children. He loved those stories, and even if they're really useless, he would never push them away. Because those useless things were part of his memories, his life, his own personalities then. Maybe, he was destined to be born a useless person.
Another friend of his told him one day that he's like a noncoding DNA, that he's like the tiny bits and pieces in a digital photo, or something else he could not comprehend. His friend smiled to him and mimicked his usual gestures when he laughed, and pulled him into a hug when realising that he did not get anything. It's ok anyway, he only needed to know he's a noncoding DNA, useless, but always there, waiting to find the real meaning.
In the end, he would last, always. He thought. He hugged his friend who was playing with his long, well-combed hair and smiled, shining as always. Maybe being a noncoding DNA was not that bad.
NONCODING DNA
He had a cheerful personality. He never stopped smiling to everyone, never stopped being kind to everyone, never stopped being optimistic and never stopped fighting for something he yearned for. However, he never stopped failing and losing just for once. He never got a first in school, never got 1st place on any exams no matter how hard he tried, tried, tried. He never had his parents' trust despite being very responsible and caring just because he never succeeded.
He felt so useless. He even liked doing meaningless and useless things people would never look at. Like dreaming. Who would appreciate a dream, the thing that you had 6 or 7 of it every night? Like beautiful blue feathers, they're beautiful but aside from that, how useful are they? Like the small flowers carried away by the wind, they're of no good use either. Like how he was hurt a little but just shrugged it away when his friend told him that she hated legends and myths and that she thought they're just for children. He loved those stories, and even if they're really useless, he would never push them away. Because those useless things were part of his memories, his life, his own personalities then. Maybe, he was destined to be born a useless person.
Another friend of his told him one day that he's like a noncoding DNA, that he's like the tiny bits and pieces in a digital photo, or something else he could not comprehend. His friend smiled to him and mimicked his usual gestures when he laughed, and pulled him into a hug when realising that he did not get anything. It's ok anyway, he only needed to know he's a noncoding DNA, useless, but always there, waiting to find the real meaning.
In the end, he would last, always. He thought. He hugged his friend who was playing with his long, well-combed hair and smiled, shining as always. Maybe being a noncoding DNA was not that bad.