Andrew, a hero from one of the books of David Levithan, seemed to be my perfect polar—he craved to stay, but I remained apathy to the idea.
He transferred from one body to another everyday since the moment he remembered being cared of as a baby. Of course, he did not notice the changes but as he grew, different faces appeared to him every single day—including himself. He had no body he could call mine because the only things he had were his soul and the memories he made from the people’s lives he invaded. That peculiar situation was already accepted by Andrew until he met Rhiannon who happened to be the girlfriend of the body he ‘ran off with’. In less than 15 hours, he was bewitched with the thought of having her but as the sun waved goodbye, Andrew realized the craziness of his dream.
He wanted to be with her.
He wanted to speak not as the person he unwittingly captured.
He wanted to be himself in front of her.
He wanted to stay…
But could not.
While reading David Levithan’s ‘Everyday’, I was astounded on how his words clearly unriddled what puzzling me the whole year. I envied the character he flawlessly composed; amazed with the changing-body concept; dumbfounded to embrace the idea of leaving everything behind. For every person who experiences dire situation, escaping from that even just for a day could make a huge breathing space. Because to live in a life where you no longer grasp the reason for holding on—the vague purpose of seeing the blue sky after a long night—could be lethal.