Fallen Down

It began with the first bite and then the plague spread. Antibodies fighting for a promising future and the virus kept spreading, a horrible disease indeed. It provided the organism with satisfaction, that could’ve yet, been much better earned with hard work. That was until the moment stagnation came in, a period in which the poor organism pleaded for help. The veins, the heart, and the brain were all turning black, like a void asking for the solution to this addiction which laid upon this grieving creature.

 

Procrastination -- a virus which shall not bane the contaminated individual, that will fight it with the last of his might. Putting aside the troubles of laziness climbing the void, step by step. When the wanderer traveled to the darkest depths of earth in a poetry festival school presentation, or when the strongest team found itself in a loss during the final match in a basketball tournament. The overjoyed creature that had just escaped procrastination and found it had the potential to become something else, was overjoyed. A meaning! Was what it had finally found, yet, there was still some walls and stairs which it had to climb. The just reborn human was frantic, after all, he discovered a gem.

 

Everything was a game! Life, as it exists, is a game in which success was the best ending. But the route was tough, filled with incomprehensible outcomes, and enemies . The being who once thought the road was near the end, discovered a light. There was hope at the last darkened dawn. The human kept growing, but no longer in size; instead, his mind, his knowledge, his wisdom, where the new found growth. Learning to coexist with others was the first lesson. No longer an iconoclast, the once defeated creature decided to improve and thus, an alliance was founded between him and a human who had built even more experience. Work! Was everything in which the tainted entity thought. A story was given birth to. The tale of a man who could become anything he desired, because he came into this world with nothing! Heroes, Gods, humans, monsters, every single being that the now human entity had once imagined were coming back. The ink spread like a dark wizard’s potion. It gave life to the text and he knew they were real.

 

New thoughts had crossed the reborn being’s mind, the idea of sharing the worlds that had been built in his small yet growing mind was born. Something completely unexpected appeared, something that increased this human’s potential. Dreams! A dream was created! Overjoyed the troubled human decided to achieve this at any cost. One of the brightest gleams of all time could be seen in the capable human’s eyes. Consistency is built by a strong hard work and talent, and thus the afflicted being enjoyed being consistent and working hard to achieve that dream which he loved. This led to the unfinished tale of the human that had once fallen down, be born.