She stood against the window, light pouring onto her body.She glowed. Not just from the external sun, but from her very soul. A light in the bleakness.I tried to stop staring.I failed.Whoever wrote that the eyes are the window to the soul was right. Her eyes shone with laughter and contentment. They offered safety without judgement.To me, she was unable to be compared with anything man-made or natural.She looked like an angel. She was an angel.Beautiful beyond mere words. She was a living melody.I told her so.She smiled. Beautifully.
One day, a zebra decided to split away from the herd.'I'm fed up of being a conformist.' He thought 'I want to be an individual.'So he went away, going nowhere and looking for nothing, just glad that he was finally alone.Suddenly, he saw a lone lion lazily walking towards him.The first thought of the zebra was 'Oh ****.'His second thought was also 'Oh ****.' because he was sure he was going to be eaten.He thought a third 'Oh ****.' Just for good measure.The lion was now right next to the zebra, and was staring at him.
'Hello.''Hi.''I haven't seen you in a while.''No...no. Well. You know. Life just seemed to get busier.''Yes...that's true. Ha.''Ha.''So. What have you been doing?''Well, I'm trying to become a writer.''Still?''Still.''How's that been going?''Well, it could have been better. You know. But...I'm still trying.''I'm sure you'll do it one day.''Thank you. I remeber you saying that to me a few years ago.''Hm. Yeah.''So what do you do?''Well, I work at the university.''I thought you wanted to be a musician.''Well...things change.'
If only they could see me now...Those who said that I was never good enough Those who laughed behind my back Thoes who screamed when I put a foot wrongNow whose face is red?I made it, despite your bullying, pulling down to earth, snide comments, reality checks, derogatory comments, it's-never-going-to-happen, wake-up-to-reality-use-your-mentality accusations.I'm still standing, even after all this time.You were wrong. All of you. Even the experts. Especially the experts.You hurt me, but I still survived.So what are you going to do now?
It's the day of the wedding.Well, it's the day the wedding should have been on.The happiest day of your life, reduced to sitting alone.You find it surprisingly easy not to think of anything. Very easy to slip into the other side of nothingness, where not even darkness exists.Nothing floats though your mind. Even the searing, screaming, soul smashing pain has gone.You are a husk. A pile of wasted opportunities. Useless, with no hope of redemption.You wonder where there is a light at the end of the tunnle.You think that this is very unlikley.
It's the day of the wedding. The happiest day of your life.You find yourself unable to control your thoughts. Ideas, assumptions, dreams chase around in your head.They smash into each other, until they merge into just one thought. Her. You used to never believe in finding the one. You are glad that you have been proved wrong.Together, you are the future. A bundle of endless possibilites and infinate futures. The world is yours.You start to wonder whether life would have been any better had she refused to marry you.You think that this is very unlikley.
Me versus the world - Day 616At the moment, it is all square on 5000 points each I won the lottery Me:5200 World:5000 Because I had won the lottery, everyone keeps asking me for moneyMe:5200 World:5300I am now poorer than before I had won the lotteryMe:5200 World:5500Was abducted by aliens and probedMe:5200 World:5700Sued the aliens and wonMe:5400 World:5700Aliens attack and enslave human population in retributionMe:5400 World:1762400Therefore, the overall conclusion is...The World Wins....To be fair, it was always going to. You can't beat the world.