Getting to Nirvana {editing}

Chapter 1

Stream Enterer- The first direct insight into selflessness is often the most powerful because it's unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

Chapter 1

Nirvana

"Nirvana you're going to miss the bus! Your sister left ten minutes ago with her friends. Why didn't you get a ride with them?" My dad yells to me from downstairs. Judging by the distance in the sound of his voice I can tell he's all the way in the kitchen probably pouring himself some cereal or making coffee.

I choose to ignore him and instead focus all my attention on finding the right side of my shoe in a mountainous pile of clothes in the middle of my floor. Plus he knew very well why I didn't want to ride with them. They didn't like me and if I'm being honest the feelings were pretty mutual on my end. It's not like they've flat out told me to my face before that they don't like me, but the looks they give me say enough. The Why can't you be more like your sister? question readable on their stuck up prissy faces.

Well unfortunately for them, my parents, and everyone else who likes to compare us, I can never be like my twin sister Zephyr. Unlike me she's beautiful, social and in every sport, group and club known to man. Not only is she active in school crap, she's also involved in charity too. She even founded a charity that donates Barbie dolls to girls in third world countries in Africa. Even though in most of those countries I'm pretty sure the girls are more focused on finding food and water to survive, than with dressing up a piece of plastic.

But that's just my opinion.

Even though we're two totally different people with different chromosomes, brains, boogers and basically everything else that makes someone their own person people still think we have to act alike and be alike, just because we look alike. Which we painfully do. Even though people say she's the prettier one we have the same almond brown eyes, thanks to our Thai mother and the same thick brown curly hair, curtesy of our black Jamaican dad.

But there's one thing that distinguishes us greatly from each other. Our scars.

I have multiple facial scars on my left cheek all the way down to under my chin from a car accident when I was a baby. My parents left the accident basically unscathed, but broken glass from the backseat windows cut up my face and Zephyr's arms and legs. So basically the unlucky twin (me) got stuck with ugly old scars on her face and the lucky twin (her) got little scars she can cover up with jeans and a cute sweater. Even though they've become fainter over the years they're still very noticeable, and to me just serves as a reminder I'll never measure up to Zephyr.

And now alas my final flaw that makes me stand out from Zephyr. My name. Besides the stereotypical stoner/grunge kids that basically worship me as a shrine for their precious Kurt Cobain no really like my name, because no one really gets it. Even though Nirvana was a pretty good band and Kurt was legendary for his music, they're not who I'm named after.

In Buddhism Nirvana is the earliest and most common term used to describe the goal of the Buddhist path. Which is the highest spiritual level that can be attained. It's basically the Christian form of heaven.

I actually find Nirvana quite interesting. Despite how boring it may sound. My grandparents on my mom's side are Buddhist, so naturally my mother had to name me after it.

Of course the lovely Zephyr was named after a beautiful flower.

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