Post by Eron Hunter on Mar 23, 2021 15:35:24 GMT -5
A solitary shore, surrounded by cliffs.
The sea breeze caressed his face; the iodine filled air entered his lungs as he inhaled deeply. The boat swam calmly in the serene sea, near the shore. He laid on the boat, arms behind his head, gazing at the unperturbed cerulean sky and the white clouds that shaped into dozens of strange forms.
Or was it all his imagination´s doing?
There was the random albatross´s flock flying over, in the sky.
His mind wandered in directions he could not control; the friends of youth, the first love, the adventures of childhood, him chasing after lizards and snails, collecting butterflies and running after the stray dogs of the neighborhood.
He softly smiled as he reminisced. As a child he used to dream a lot about adventures in strange lands. Lands he read about in his books. Them books, he never left them behind. He always had a book in his bag, carried them along, wherever he went.
The adventures of Spartacus.
The legendary Achilles.
The ever young Peter Pan.
Haha. He chuckled. As a kid, once after reading Peter Pan once more, he went to his mother and told her he never wanted to grow up. She smiled, as she embraced him, and told him that everyone grows up, in the end, but we can all remain young in our hearts.
Forever.
And that was what he was, the ever young Eron Hunter. Time took its toll on his body and mind, but in his heart he was and would forever be, the child of once. He grew up and grew older, just like everybody does, and by doing so he let something’s go and hung onto others.
But there was something which he would never let go.
And that was his, at ease, heart. His never ending Dreams.
He dreamt about the world, in his youth, and he managed to see it with his own eyes, at least a lot of it. He went to Japan. And he did there what he loved the most, he fought and was victorious. He would never forget Japan. It was his second home, his home away from home. Yet time flies away and we must make decisions that influence our future.
He came to Canada, another wonderful country, filled with joyful nature and breathtaking sceneries. He was fighting here too. Because that was what he loved to do, and who he was. He fought because being the best fighter was what he dreamt about. He met fierce adversaries here, as he did in Japan, and they all served their purpose, that being to help him become the most excellent fighter possible.
The Albatrosses above his head were making their second round. The sea was calm, the sky was clear and the fish abound. He stood up, stretched his arms left and right, took his t shirt off, and jumped into the cold, sea, water. He shouted and shouted, the water was gelid.
Haha.
His laughter echoed in the almost deserted…
…Cape Tranquility!
He shouted and laughed and shouted and laughed over and over again. He felt overjoyed, alive and well. Life was wonderful, a sometimes insurmountable amass of difficulties, a war to be fought, a fierce reality. But in the very end, at its bare boned existence, man should be grateful to be alive. Life was a gift, a gift given to us by loving people, and exactly for that, because it was a wondrous gift, we should never throw it away.
Surely
There were days in which he felt alone, desperate, not understood. But when he looked at it from another perspective, he knew for a fact that his existence was a positive one. Life is turbulent at times, that is true, but there are so many wonderful things to see and to do
If you just take the time to look around. Enjoy the spring sun, the sea breeze; find passion in the small things you do, like reading a good book. Be the human you always wanted to be. Follow our dreams, in your free time, If you can’t all the time. Live your life as if it was your last day on earth, so that when the time comes to look back on your deeds, you can do that without regrets.
He, Eron Hunter, could consider himself a lucky man. He had a job he had always dreamed to have. He was a fighter, that´s what he always wanted to be. Thus it was easy for him to hold onto what was dear to him. His existence was blessed, to say the least.
But, that too hadn´t come without sacrifices.
He gave up on a lot, just so that he could be the fighter he wanted to be.
People could say it was easy for him. He didn´t have a shitty job and the cancer of a manager breathing down his neck, threatening him he would fire him if things didn’t go like they should. He was not forced to work day in and day out in a place he hated.
Eron shook his head, he was swimming in tranquil waters, and the boat was near him. He immersed himself in the waters, going deeper and deeper, the water grew colder and colder. He reached a point after which he had to stop and look above.
Life was like that too. You had to swim and immerge yourself in cold waters at times,just so that you could achieve what you wanted. He had his share of sacrifices too.
And his stress cut out for him, also.
In a few days he would have to fight a grand battle,against a fierce opponent.
He had to sacrifice a lot, before each and every new fight, just so that he could emerge victorious in the end. And he had to do that each and every time.
Good thing he had wonderful places to visit, to get a clear mind.
Just like this one.
The sea breeze caressed his face; the iodine filled air entered his lungs as he inhaled deeply. The boat swam calmly in the serene sea, near the shore. He laid on the boat, arms behind his head, gazing at the unperturbed cerulean sky and the white clouds that shaped into dozens of strange forms.
Or was it all his imagination´s doing?
There was the random albatross´s flock flying over, in the sky.
His mind wandered in directions he could not control; the friends of youth, the first love, the adventures of childhood, him chasing after lizards and snails, collecting butterflies and running after the stray dogs of the neighborhood.
He softly smiled as he reminisced. As a child he used to dream a lot about adventures in strange lands. Lands he read about in his books. Them books, he never left them behind. He always had a book in his bag, carried them along, wherever he went.
The adventures of Spartacus.
The legendary Achilles.
The ever young Peter Pan.
Haha. He chuckled. As a kid, once after reading Peter Pan once more, he went to his mother and told her he never wanted to grow up. She smiled, as she embraced him, and told him that everyone grows up, in the end, but we can all remain young in our hearts.
Forever.
And that was what he was, the ever young Eron Hunter. Time took its toll on his body and mind, but in his heart he was and would forever be, the child of once. He grew up and grew older, just like everybody does, and by doing so he let something’s go and hung onto others.
But there was something which he would never let go.
And that was his, at ease, heart. His never ending Dreams.
He dreamt about the world, in his youth, and he managed to see it with his own eyes, at least a lot of it. He went to Japan. And he did there what he loved the most, he fought and was victorious. He would never forget Japan. It was his second home, his home away from home. Yet time flies away and we must make decisions that influence our future.
He came to Canada, another wonderful country, filled with joyful nature and breathtaking sceneries. He was fighting here too. Because that was what he loved to do, and who he was. He fought because being the best fighter was what he dreamt about. He met fierce adversaries here, as he did in Japan, and they all served their purpose, that being to help him become the most excellent fighter possible.
The Albatrosses above his head were making their second round. The sea was calm, the sky was clear and the fish abound. He stood up, stretched his arms left and right, took his t shirt off, and jumped into the cold, sea, water. He shouted and shouted, the water was gelid.
Haha.
His laughter echoed in the almost deserted…
…Cape Tranquility!
He shouted and laughed and shouted and laughed over and over again. He felt overjoyed, alive and well. Life was wonderful, a sometimes insurmountable amass of difficulties, a war to be fought, a fierce reality. But in the very end, at its bare boned existence, man should be grateful to be alive. Life was a gift, a gift given to us by loving people, and exactly for that, because it was a wondrous gift, we should never throw it away.
Surely
There were days in which he felt alone, desperate, not understood. But when he looked at it from another perspective, he knew for a fact that his existence was a positive one. Life is turbulent at times, that is true, but there are so many wonderful things to see and to do
If you just take the time to look around. Enjoy the spring sun, the sea breeze; find passion in the small things you do, like reading a good book. Be the human you always wanted to be. Follow our dreams, in your free time, If you can’t all the time. Live your life as if it was your last day on earth, so that when the time comes to look back on your deeds, you can do that without regrets.
He, Eron Hunter, could consider himself a lucky man. He had a job he had always dreamed to have. He was a fighter, that´s what he always wanted to be. Thus it was easy for him to hold onto what was dear to him. His existence was blessed, to say the least.
But, that too hadn´t come without sacrifices.
He gave up on a lot, just so that he could be the fighter he wanted to be.
People could say it was easy for him. He didn´t have a shitty job and the cancer of a manager breathing down his neck, threatening him he would fire him if things didn’t go like they should. He was not forced to work day in and day out in a place he hated.
Eron shook his head, he was swimming in tranquil waters, and the boat was near him. He immersed himself in the waters, going deeper and deeper, the water grew colder and colder. He reached a point after which he had to stop and look above.
Life was like that too. You had to swim and immerge yourself in cold waters at times,just so that you could achieve what you wanted. He had his share of sacrifices too.
And his stress cut out for him, also.
In a few days he would have to fight a grand battle,against a fierce opponent.
He had to sacrifice a lot, before each and every new fight, just so that he could emerge victorious in the end. And he had to do that each and every time.
Good thing he had wonderful places to visit, to get a clear mind.
Just like this one.
