Maximilian Duke - District 8 - CB - FIN

He didn’t understand why the world worked this way, and maybe that was because this was not the world that he thought he would be born into.

He wished for something better in life, something that would have signified him as his own man instead of a cog in the machine.

His parents told him that he had so much to live for, but as he grew up, he was never able to find it.

He spent years in his district trying different things, trying to figure out what his true calling was. From cooking to sewing, he wanted to put the world on his shoulders, but it did nothing but crumble beneath him.

It didn’t last forever though, his rough hands finding a home in various colors of dye. It was never something that he thought he would be good at, or even interested in. However, his mother always knew that there was something special about him.

And even in the chaos, his hands learned how to create. Articles of clothing that looked beautiful from mountain tops away. Hand stitched and dyed all by his hands, and he could not stop himself from falling in love with himself.

Before, he was sure that he would never understand the true meaning of living, but now he found it.

And hes so good with that.