Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2019 15:40:33 GMT -5
The river is wide and it is difficult to reach the other side. The river is long, flowing from the mountains of solitude to the seas of carelessness. He is walking through the streets of the huge metropolis, surrounded by waves of people. It is the river of human flesh and minds. The river of dreams.
He is covered by a long, black, trench coat and a black scarf which hides away half of his lower face. Walking midst hundreds of other human bodies, careless, and minding his own business. Just like all the other people that surround him. He is a loner midst a plethora of other loners. They all share the same space and walk the same streets, without paying attention to what surrounds them.
Walking the same road, taking the same train, the same bus, the same tram. Occupying the same space each and every new day, with the same people. You share the same world but you never care to know or to learn more about the specimen that surround you. You are a loner midst other loners that exist in the same space .
It is strange, you can be surrounded by so many and never share anything with them. You can be so near, yet so far with some people and so far yet so near with some others. Sharing the same hopes and dreams with others, makes you feel them close and sharing the same space with some, even for years and years, makes you feel nothing about them. They are just figures and nothing more…
...It makes you feel hollow, does it not?
Humans are social animals. They can not exist in solitude. Yet, we have reached a point in which we suffer from it. And what is worse, we chose it deliberately. We think it is better to be alone rather than surrounded by negative people. Which in itself is nothing bad, it has a logic behind it. If you chose to keep others away, you will not be hurt, for you do not allow them to harm you.
The problem is that we are not made to live like that.
The result?
Depression
Neurosis
Psychosis!
We are made to live with others, it is the simple truth. Humans do not have fierce claws and fangs. They are no Tigers. They are humans and as such, made to live in fellowships. That way they can surpass even the greatest of the insurmountable challenges.
But, and he asks this to himself, what if living in society harms you more than that does when you chose solitude? What happens then? Broken minds and broken dreams are the results of bad company as much as Depression and other mind altering statuses are a result of being accompanied in your trip, by loneliness alone…
..One has to chose.
Taking In consideration one´s character and personality, one should make his choices depending from who he is, rather than following premade solutions. One should be what one is and follow the route that better suits him. There are no universal solutions, which apply to everyone..
..what is true is that one should follow his hopes and dreams and not give them away so easily. That way you will remain true to yourself and will not be in danger of succumbing to the negative sides of your existence.
We all have hopes and dreams we care for. We shape a massive river of hopes and dreams, that streams through the metropolis streets. Humans going on about their own business, without caring about the people that sit next to them, for hours, days and ages..
It is strange though..
Sometimes inspiring and other times scary to the bone.
We all exist in this space and we all shape a flowing river of dreams.
It is strange though..
..We exist In company but we live in solitude.
Surrounded by a river, the river of dreams.
The scene opens up in the same room as always. There is a table, near the window, and three candles, adorning that space, enlighten with a feeble light the room. The soft starlight streams in too,getting in from the small window.
Night is leaning on the wall, near the window, staring at the candles. His face halfway covered by a red mask of sorts. He stares at the camera for a few instants more and then starts speaking, in an apathetic tone.
Living the dream, that is the secret of an accomplished life.
And I can tell anyone that wants to listen, that I am living the dream. I am a fighter, skilled and born to fight. And what better way to live a life, than to do what someone was born to do? No better way of living a life, I tell you.
We all fight, day in and day out, our very fights. Each and every day of our lives it is either sink or swim. For each and every one of us it is war, a daily one. But there are different types of war for different people. Some fight in an office, some in the kitchen and others, like me , they fight in the ring.
People like me? We are professional fighters. But that does not mean that our fight is tougher than that of other people. It just means we get paid to do what we do, meaning we get paid to break bones and spill blood day in and day out.
And I can not tell you any other thing, rather than the fact that I like what I do, I like who I am. I am a fighter and all I fight for is getting to the top. Beating the best, to be the best is all I strive for. I consider my self lucky because I do a job I love and a job in which I am good at what I do.
Thus I can pursue my dreams.
They are simple dreams, the ones of a simple man.
And I like it like that. Not everyone can be a general, some of us gotta be soldiers. It is better to be a superb soldier, rather than a mediocre general. In the end of the day, that means we gotta do what we are good at, instead of following illusions.
I do not.
I dream without getting lost in the illusions.
I am a fighter and my dream is to reach for the stardom of professional wrestling.
Because I can!
I can do it because I am skilled at what I do, and I am lucky to know myself good enough to know which opportunity I can choose, in order to achieve my goal. My goal?
It is getting to be the best!
..One step at a time..
My next step? A ladder match against a dozen other fighters. Each and every one of them, with their hopes and dreams. In order to succeed, one has to stay focused at the task at hand and use all his arsenal, in order to survive.
It is not easy, a clash of egos and hopes, in a ring which is not big enough to contain all the egos that will be in it. Its gonna explode, I tell you, and all we can hope for, is to survive this match unscathed. True, I am a high flyer, my skill allows me to be in my element when we fight matches like this..
..Yet it still isn't easy. All you can do is go in that ring and deliver, hoping it is enough in order to survive. Or even better, hoping is good enough to break some bones and go out in a blaze of glory, with a special prize waiting for you at the end of the day.
I am not discouraged though. I consider this a great opportunity which allows me to know myself and get in line for greatness. I will fight my soul out in order to survive, to be the best and tell a tale of glorious fights. I hope I can do all that´s necessary in order for me to become a legend…
There are a dozen other hopes and dreams in that ring though. This means my hopes and dreams need to be the strongest in order for them to be achieved. All I can say is that I will do everything in my might, so that I can be the winner of this match.
I am not gonna count the hours spent in the gym or running through the fields. That Is something a true professional considers routine. Not gonna tell anyone that I can hit a moonsault or lionsault with ease, because that is implied when you sign in the dotted line and classify yourself as a high flyer.
All I can say is that I will be me. Giving my best to be the greatest, not sparing any broken bone or torn muscle. I will surpass my limits, just so that I can be great and achieve greatness. That I promise you. I can not boast and tell you I will surpass my opponents easily, for they are skilled and egoistic enough to know where they stand.
It will be a tough fight, made for tough fighters, and I will be right there, in the middle of the storm, spilling blood and breaking sweat.
It will be a great fight. One for the ages. The winner will get the honor of having his name chanted and not forgotten in the ages to come..
It is a clash of dreams
The best will become a legend, the worst will have his dream turned into a nightmare…
...It is a river
The river of dreams..
And we all have tried to swim in it
Just the best have managed to get to the ocean and become a part of it.
It is a Fight
It is a Dream
May the best fighter win…
He is covered by a long, black, trench coat and a black scarf which hides away half of his lower face. Walking midst hundreds of other human bodies, careless, and minding his own business. Just like all the other people that surround him. He is a loner midst a plethora of other loners. They all share the same space and walk the same streets, without paying attention to what surrounds them.
Walking the same road, taking the same train, the same bus, the same tram. Occupying the same space each and every new day, with the same people. You share the same world but you never care to know or to learn more about the specimen that surround you. You are a loner midst other loners that exist in the same space .
It is strange, you can be surrounded by so many and never share anything with them. You can be so near, yet so far with some people and so far yet so near with some others. Sharing the same hopes and dreams with others, makes you feel them close and sharing the same space with some, even for years and years, makes you feel nothing about them. They are just figures and nothing more…
...It makes you feel hollow, does it not?
Humans are social animals. They can not exist in solitude. Yet, we have reached a point in which we suffer from it. And what is worse, we chose it deliberately. We think it is better to be alone rather than surrounded by negative people. Which in itself is nothing bad, it has a logic behind it. If you chose to keep others away, you will not be hurt, for you do not allow them to harm you.
The problem is that we are not made to live like that.
The result?
Depression
Neurosis
Psychosis!
We are made to live with others, it is the simple truth. Humans do not have fierce claws and fangs. They are no Tigers. They are humans and as such, made to live in fellowships. That way they can surpass even the greatest of the insurmountable challenges.
But, and he asks this to himself, what if living in society harms you more than that does when you chose solitude? What happens then? Broken minds and broken dreams are the results of bad company as much as Depression and other mind altering statuses are a result of being accompanied in your trip, by loneliness alone…
..One has to chose.
Taking In consideration one´s character and personality, one should make his choices depending from who he is, rather than following premade solutions. One should be what one is and follow the route that better suits him. There are no universal solutions, which apply to everyone..
..what is true is that one should follow his hopes and dreams and not give them away so easily. That way you will remain true to yourself and will not be in danger of succumbing to the negative sides of your existence.
We all have hopes and dreams we care for. We shape a massive river of hopes and dreams, that streams through the metropolis streets. Humans going on about their own business, without caring about the people that sit next to them, for hours, days and ages..
It is strange though..
Sometimes inspiring and other times scary to the bone.
We all exist in this space and we all shape a flowing river of dreams.
It is strange though..
..We exist In company but we live in solitude.
Surrounded by a river, the river of dreams.
***
The scene opens up in the same room as always. There is a table, near the window, and three candles, adorning that space, enlighten with a feeble light the room. The soft starlight streams in too,getting in from the small window.
Night is leaning on the wall, near the window, staring at the candles. His face halfway covered by a red mask of sorts. He stares at the camera for a few instants more and then starts speaking, in an apathetic tone.
Living the dream, that is the secret of an accomplished life.
And I can tell anyone that wants to listen, that I am living the dream. I am a fighter, skilled and born to fight. And what better way to live a life, than to do what someone was born to do? No better way of living a life, I tell you.
We all fight, day in and day out, our very fights. Each and every day of our lives it is either sink or swim. For each and every one of us it is war, a daily one. But there are different types of war for different people. Some fight in an office, some in the kitchen and others, like me , they fight in the ring.
People like me? We are professional fighters. But that does not mean that our fight is tougher than that of other people. It just means we get paid to do what we do, meaning we get paid to break bones and spill blood day in and day out.
And I can not tell you any other thing, rather than the fact that I like what I do, I like who I am. I am a fighter and all I fight for is getting to the top. Beating the best, to be the best is all I strive for. I consider my self lucky because I do a job I love and a job in which I am good at what I do.
Thus I can pursue my dreams.
They are simple dreams, the ones of a simple man.
And I like it like that. Not everyone can be a general, some of us gotta be soldiers. It is better to be a superb soldier, rather than a mediocre general. In the end of the day, that means we gotta do what we are good at, instead of following illusions.
I do not.
I dream without getting lost in the illusions.
I am a fighter and my dream is to reach for the stardom of professional wrestling.
Because I can!
I can do it because I am skilled at what I do, and I am lucky to know myself good enough to know which opportunity I can choose, in order to achieve my goal. My goal?
It is getting to be the best!
..One step at a time..
My next step? A ladder match against a dozen other fighters. Each and every one of them, with their hopes and dreams. In order to succeed, one has to stay focused at the task at hand and use all his arsenal, in order to survive.
It is not easy, a clash of egos and hopes, in a ring which is not big enough to contain all the egos that will be in it. Its gonna explode, I tell you, and all we can hope for, is to survive this match unscathed. True, I am a high flyer, my skill allows me to be in my element when we fight matches like this..
..Yet it still isn't easy. All you can do is go in that ring and deliver, hoping it is enough in order to survive. Or even better, hoping is good enough to break some bones and go out in a blaze of glory, with a special prize waiting for you at the end of the day.
I am not discouraged though. I consider this a great opportunity which allows me to know myself and get in line for greatness. I will fight my soul out in order to survive, to be the best and tell a tale of glorious fights. I hope I can do all that´s necessary in order for me to become a legend…
There are a dozen other hopes and dreams in that ring though. This means my hopes and dreams need to be the strongest in order for them to be achieved. All I can say is that I will do everything in my might, so that I can be the winner of this match.
I am not gonna count the hours spent in the gym or running through the fields. That Is something a true professional considers routine. Not gonna tell anyone that I can hit a moonsault or lionsault with ease, because that is implied when you sign in the dotted line and classify yourself as a high flyer.
All I can say is that I will be me. Giving my best to be the greatest, not sparing any broken bone or torn muscle. I will surpass my limits, just so that I can be great and achieve greatness. That I promise you. I can not boast and tell you I will surpass my opponents easily, for they are skilled and egoistic enough to know where they stand.
It will be a tough fight, made for tough fighters, and I will be right there, in the middle of the storm, spilling blood and breaking sweat.
It will be a great fight. One for the ages. The winner will get the honor of having his name chanted and not forgotten in the ages to come..
It is a clash of dreams
The best will become a legend, the worst will have his dream turned into a nightmare…
...It is a river
The river of dreams..
And we all have tried to swim in it
Just the best have managed to get to the ocean and become a part of it.
It is a Fight
It is a Dream
May the best fighter win…
Fade
