DarkOakDoor O'Sullivan
Is it inspirational to be a snail?
Well. . . no. I guess not.
Honestly, who spends their day wishing they’d been born a snail? Who sees one on the sidewalk, the doorstep, or in the garden and thinks, “Wow, that’s really amazing?”
No one, right? Or maybe a few. A handful at most. Not many, though. You and I both know that. Something so slow, so small. . . how can it be more than just that?
DarkOakDoor was born in a massive clutch of eggs, just like any other snail. His parents abandoned them as soon as they hatched and left them to the world. What’s extraordinary about that? Nothing. Every snail in the clutch that survives is abandoned. That’s just life, isn’t it?
In some ways, that’s true. That’s a fair way of putting it. The only thing even remotely unique about DarkOakDoor is that he’s a Giant African Snail. But even then, they’re common in some places. It’s hardly rare.
So no, he’s not inspirational, right? He’s just a snail. And nothing more.
I’m here to tell you, you’re wrong.
I was born in a clutch of two hundred eggs, only some of us making it to adulthood. Separated, mostly forgotten. . . that’s life.
I was born in the sand by the beach, with no sense of identity, or even what I wanted to do or where to go. I had only just been born. What else WAS there to do? So, I glide. Over the sand, feeling it against my integument. I feel the cracks in the pavement, the harsh wind. All of it, I feel. Through the hot day, and the cold night. It takes me a long time to get anywhere, but then again, it’s not like I have any places I need to be.
I eat, I hibernate . . . and I repeat. By now, you’re probably bored.
“He’s just eating,” You’re saying.
“It takes him days to get anywhere.”
You’re right, it does.
But, are you not doing the same thing?
During my slow journey, I’ve learned things. I’ve seen things. When you move as slowly as I do, every detail lingers. The moments stretch out further than the horizon that I cannot and will never reach.
I’ve watched the flowers bloom.
I’ve seen birds carve the sky.
I’ve watched dogs play in rain, dirt, and sunlight.
I’ve seen cats rest in the heat, stretching beneath the endless sky.
Rainbows fading as quietly as they arrived, ants carrying fifty times their weight, just to keep going.
Fish leaping out of water, vanishing beneath it once more.
So I keep going, too.
Maybe that means nothing to you, maybe it always will.
I’ve seen the quiet beauty of the world, I’ve turned the page on many chapters of this green Earth. I’ll continue to see it, I’ll continue to glide.
Does that make me inspirational?
I don’t know.
But you don’t either.
First Name:
DarkOakDoor
Surname:
O'Sullivan
Gender:
All
Age:
5
Build:
Snail
Religious Beliefs:
Shinto
Political Beliefs:
Snails should be president and it's very speciesist that they aren't.
General Appearance
Appearance:
Giant African Snail
Personality:
Undeveloped, like literally, he is as he comes. Snail.
Family:
Charlotte O'Sullivan [ human mother ]
Pompus [ snail brother ]
Backstory:
ROUGH DRAAAFFTTT WIPPP its gonna be longer than this...
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