Post by Eron Hunter on Mar 13, 2021 14:47:19 GMT -5
Countryside house.
He was sitting in the veranda of the house. In front of him a small wooden table with a cup of coffee above it.
The vast fields stretched in front of him. The grass filled land was the synonym of life. Flowers had started to bloom and emanated e pleasant aroma. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with pure oxygen.
It was the beginning of spring. The sleepy life had started to wake up from the long winter slumber, the cold and rainy days were but a memory now. Everything seemed so full of energy and warmth. The chirping of the birds added a pleasant melody to the wonderful scenery he saw lying in front of him.
Life
Such a powerful and wondrous thing, It has the muscle to surpass even the mightiest of dreams. Be it for good or for bad, it truly has no limits. It doesn´t matter how powerful your imagination is, life in its full extent cannot be caught from it. It surpasses every possible imagination…
Such is its beauty.
Such is its horror.
Such is…
…Life.
He took a big sip from the coffee cup and leaned backwards in his chair.
Who would have thought he would’ve been able to bring his life so far in the right direction. Nobody gave him a chance in hell, to make it, when he left his rich family and started wandering around the world, in his tender age. They all gave him a week of time. They all were sure he would come back crawling and begging for forgiveness, in a week’s time.
He left them all wondering.
He made it into the superstar he was now, because he believed in his Dreams.
His father invited him to sit down, before he started his journey, and think about his life and the responsibilities he had as the heir of the Hunter family. He should graduate in economy and lead the family business. That was his duty as a Hunter, as the older son of the Hunter family. But that was not what he wanted to do.
That was not what he loved and dreamed about.
He dreamed about traveling the world and having answers for his questions.
He wanted a degree in Psychology.
He left the Hunter mansion and traveled the world. He had good and bad days, but in the end he was able to reach for the stars and get a hold of his dreams. He wanted to be a fighter and he managed to do just that. He managed to fight and be victorious.
His father sat him down and told him he had only One Life and that he should act responsibly, that he should do the right thing, the safe thing. He should take the secure route. But that was not what Eron Hunter wanted. That was not what Eron Hunter dreamt about.
Eron Hunter wanted to be a traveling vagabond. See the world with his own eyes and decide for himself what was good for him. Thus, that was what he did. He took some of his belongings and started a life of wondrous adventures and fights.
Now, there he was, older and wiser, full of experience and a volcanic fighting spirit. He was able to surpass even the mightiest of hindrances and defeat even the most fearsome of foes. He had had a fulfilled life and he was only in his mid twenties. Only god knew what he would be able to do in his forties, and god did not exist.
He did not know what life would reserve for him, in the upcoming years, and he did not spend his time imagining. He knew that life could surpass even the wildest of imaginations. All he could do is get ready and be ready for what tomorrow would bring.
And in his tomorrow there was a fight, waiting for him, a fight against a wondrous opponent, a fearsome adversary, talented and experienced to boot. In a few days time he would have to face Jonny Valentine for a chance to challenge the upper echelon of NPW.
Jonnie Valentine was not a nobody, totally the opposite. His career expanded through decades and he had seen and fought the best of the best. But Eron Hunter was not afraid. He was ready for the challenge the people at NPW had thought for him. He was sure Jonnie Valentine would not underestimate him; he was way too wise to do so.
He was sure Valentine would bring the best he had, in their upcoming fight, and he, Eron Hunter, would do the same. It would be a clash for the ages,a fight to remember. He was sure of it. He would do everything in his might to overcome this adversary.
He fought his fights the way he lived his life; as If it was his final day on earth, as if it was his final fight of his career. And who knew? Who knew what an upcoming fight could bring with it? For all he knew it could truly be his final fight…
Thus he had to fight, putting his whole heart into it.
After all, he only had one chance to do things right.
He only had One Life to live.
And he fought his fights, the way he lived his life…
As if it was his final day on earth.
He was sitting in the veranda of the house. In front of him a small wooden table with a cup of coffee above it.
The vast fields stretched in front of him. The grass filled land was the synonym of life. Flowers had started to bloom and emanated e pleasant aroma. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with pure oxygen.
It was the beginning of spring. The sleepy life had started to wake up from the long winter slumber, the cold and rainy days were but a memory now. Everything seemed so full of energy and warmth. The chirping of the birds added a pleasant melody to the wonderful scenery he saw lying in front of him.
Life
Such a powerful and wondrous thing, It has the muscle to surpass even the mightiest of dreams. Be it for good or for bad, it truly has no limits. It doesn´t matter how powerful your imagination is, life in its full extent cannot be caught from it. It surpasses every possible imagination…
Such is its beauty.
Such is its horror.
Such is…
…Life.
He took a big sip from the coffee cup and leaned backwards in his chair.
Who would have thought he would’ve been able to bring his life so far in the right direction. Nobody gave him a chance in hell, to make it, when he left his rich family and started wandering around the world, in his tender age. They all gave him a week of time. They all were sure he would come back crawling and begging for forgiveness, in a week’s time.
He left them all wondering.
He made it into the superstar he was now, because he believed in his Dreams.
His father invited him to sit down, before he started his journey, and think about his life and the responsibilities he had as the heir of the Hunter family. He should graduate in economy and lead the family business. That was his duty as a Hunter, as the older son of the Hunter family. But that was not what he wanted to do.
That was not what he loved and dreamed about.
He dreamed about traveling the world and having answers for his questions.
He wanted a degree in Psychology.
He left the Hunter mansion and traveled the world. He had good and bad days, but in the end he was able to reach for the stars and get a hold of his dreams. He wanted to be a fighter and he managed to do just that. He managed to fight and be victorious.
His father sat him down and told him he had only One Life and that he should act responsibly, that he should do the right thing, the safe thing. He should take the secure route. But that was not what Eron Hunter wanted. That was not what Eron Hunter dreamt about.
Eron Hunter wanted to be a traveling vagabond. See the world with his own eyes and decide for himself what was good for him. Thus, that was what he did. He took some of his belongings and started a life of wondrous adventures and fights.
Now, there he was, older and wiser, full of experience and a volcanic fighting spirit. He was able to surpass even the mightiest of hindrances and defeat even the most fearsome of foes. He had had a fulfilled life and he was only in his mid twenties. Only god knew what he would be able to do in his forties, and god did not exist.
He did not know what life would reserve for him, in the upcoming years, and he did not spend his time imagining. He knew that life could surpass even the wildest of imaginations. All he could do is get ready and be ready for what tomorrow would bring.
And in his tomorrow there was a fight, waiting for him, a fight against a wondrous opponent, a fearsome adversary, talented and experienced to boot. In a few days time he would have to face Jonny Valentine for a chance to challenge the upper echelon of NPW.
Jonnie Valentine was not a nobody, totally the opposite. His career expanded through decades and he had seen and fought the best of the best. But Eron Hunter was not afraid. He was ready for the challenge the people at NPW had thought for him. He was sure Jonnie Valentine would not underestimate him; he was way too wise to do so.
He was sure Valentine would bring the best he had, in their upcoming fight, and he, Eron Hunter, would do the same. It would be a clash for the ages,a fight to remember. He was sure of it. He would do everything in his might to overcome this adversary.
He fought his fights the way he lived his life; as If it was his final day on earth, as if it was his final fight of his career. And who knew? Who knew what an upcoming fight could bring with it? For all he knew it could truly be his final fight…
Thus he had to fight, putting his whole heart into it.
After all, he only had one chance to do things right.
He only had One Life to live.
And he fought his fights, the way he lived his life…
As if it was his final day on earth.
