A great expanse
There are 3 men on a great expanse. All 3 identical, all 3 talented, all 3 visionary. They had the world to challenge, the world to take on, the world to conquer. And nothing's stopping them, just as it seems.
They were young and innocent, they held the world inside our hands, held many ideas, to change the world, to take the world, to impact the world. They see visions, dream dreams, and formulated the goodest plan. So much they had ahead of them, after all, haven't even lived a seventh of their lives. A life worth living, a road to die walking, an innocent mind.
One day, one arrived at an enigma, stood up and said "I will take on the world". He cajoled the other 2 to come, but they politely turned him down. So he bade farewell to the other 2, promising to send letters back reporting his journey, his encounters, his progress. He gets into his goodest gear, with the energizingest food, and lethalest weapons, set off.
Before he can do anything, he must cross the mountain. Brewed with determination, he scaled and climed and trekked. So hard that he brewed blisteres, and so cold that his feet was numb. After 10 days, he reached the peak. He is to descend from the mountain, but decided to take a break. Popped a champagne, the silhouette of the sun stares down to the world below. He's conquered it. He's cleared a extremely gargantuan obstacle. He's really exhausted. Wearly, he staggered down the mountain and caught some sleep. Before that, wrote back to his friends: "Dear Ben, I've scaled it today, and conquered it. It feels great! A great first accomplishment! Yes, not having some sleep, I've a long walk to the city."
He conquered an obstacle, it seems he's unbeatable. He feel everything ahead of him is all to finish, like a turn of your palm. He feels enriched, ecstatic, empowered.
Then, he ventured from the foot of the mountain, where his real journey begins. He tackled the maze of the temperates, overpowered the flows of the rivers, until he spotted a small town. "Civilization, finally" he thought. Stepped into this town, and found a place to stay for a short while, and this is when he finally lay down his gear and took a much needed breather. A few people heard of his legacy, an adventurer of the east, the conqueror of the great mountain, only few could. Not all believed the story though, because this man is unheard of. They tried to find him, follow him, imitate him. Not before a trice, they found him, fed him, and learnt from him. He stayed longer than he should, but he gained many friends. He lived with them, taught them, loved them. He was worshiped by them. Only one small group of friends, not everyone, but he doesn't need everyone. But the vision in him never died, he still had the world in his hands, but now he wants to take the world of friends.
One must be circumspect.Labels: Literary
