Behind Myself: A Weird Name's Story
My name is Moira. Strange, hard-pronouncing Greek name, from some sort of ancient Greek stories of the Olympus Mountain, and the Gods. Mine is the Fates. Destiny and share. But in Irish it means bitter, and that’s really weird.
I was named after nobody. I chose it by myself. My official name is in another language, which hardly no one here could even understand.
I chose this name cause nearly nobody has the same name. It’s unique, it’s good. Peaceful inside. And me, quietly, sitting by myself, and dreaming about the outside world.
Pronouncing. In any place they’ll call my name wrong. Maria, Moria, every kind of wrong spelling and syllables. But does that have a big question? Whatever they call me, I’m myself. For eternity. Not anybody else. Right? Just myself.
Others said that I should got a new name. A total normal name. Like the name my teacher gave me, Jenny, or maybe Selina would work. But I mocked to them. Why change? Those are popular and common names. I want to be unique. Like my destiny.
My destiny. I control it. Like what the goddess that my name represents does. I do the things I want to, I’m not programming by others. Freedom. That’s what I really want. Yes, freedom. Running freely in the plain that you could look through, under the clear sky without any clouds, and look at the world showing out in front you. Just like a wild black horse. Yes, exactly. A wild black horse.