Post by Eron Hunter on Jun 8, 2022 21:24:26 GMT -5
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.”
A calm voice echoes in the dark. Then, after a few seconds, a match is lit and the contours of a somehow childish face are exposed to the camera. After a few seconds, a serene smile adorns the young face. We can now recognize who it is. It is the commonwealth champion himself, Eron Hunter. He, calmly, shakes his head still smiling and we can hear the sound of a switch. Light fills the place
“Truer words have never before been spoken and those words were written and spoken hundreds of years ago. The writer? One of the all-time greats. Even he, himself, played a role in his life. The role he played was that of the voice of truth. Sometimes of anger, sometimes delusion, at times dreamer, and more of a disillusioned soul than many of those that surrounded him.
People are obliged to wear masks in their lives, Baroness Godfrey. It is more of an obligation to play roles than anything else. One is the caring father at home and the stoic employee at the office because it is the situation that requires it. At times you are the good friend and one second later the avid competitor because the game you are playing asks for it.
You can´t show a gentle face to the ones that want to destroy your family nor can you be always honest to the ones that only lie to you and surround you merely because it´s in their best interest. And, yet, still, you can choose to be a good man and be honest and true, most of the time at least.”
Eron crosses his arms on his chest, takes a few calm breaths, and resumes his speech
“You say you only see creatures of spite and malice? Well, you are not the only one, many people do. It´s their choice just as it is mine to believe in goodness and honesty, within the limits of common sense anyway. But let´s go back to you. You say people are evil and yet you surround yourself with people all the time, or at least we are assuming those that surround you are ones. So what happens when a person that doesn´t trust humans surrounds herself with them?”
Eron shakes his head slowly
“What happens is that that very person is and feels alone. It must be tough to mistrust every human and their honest intentions and still call a few of them brethren. Tough indeed, Baroness Godfrey. Do you say you and the gang are brethren? That you got each other’s backs? I say it is easy to speak well about an assumed brotherhood when things go well. When you do not lose matches or suffer hard hits from life and situations.”
He points at the camera
“What I want to see is for how long this walking contradiction you call a soul is going to endure hard hits and defeats and still believe in people that surround her when she does not believe in trust and the good things of human character. It is easy to spout words of superiority when things go well. The difficult part of human life is to be good and great when the going gets tough. Because to believe in friends requires you to believe that you actually can have ones.”
The room is now completely lit and the man, Eron Hunter, stands in front of the camera. Crossing his arms on his chest and leaning against a wall, he resumes his placid speech.
“Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find…
..He was right. That he was, the William Shakespeare. Do you think you´ve got friends and brothers, Godfrey? Do you think you´re walking the right path for yourself? Do you think everything you are doing does indeed justify the way you are doing it because the ones you´re doing it to deserve it, for being evil and malevolent? If they indeed were it, then what are you?
I will tell you what you are, Godfrey.
No, you´re not evil nor are you a creature of the void and the night. What you are is a weak and powerless human being, who is too frail to watch in the mirror and see for herself what kind of human she is and has become. I can almost see and feel how you freeze in your sleep, unable to face your inner fears.
You say I talk a good game, while I think I am only honest. I also think I can handle the consequences of my actions. I can handle a loss or two and I can also stand up stronger than before when that happens. It happened with Jesse Jamester, he won and I lost. And yet, still, I became world champion in the end. It happened against Keith Williams too. He caused a lot of hurt and pain and yet, in the end, I surpassed him and won the belt of belts.
What I mean is that I know how to handle a beating or two, without feeling defeated, while you? How would you react if losing became more of a norm than it already is? How would you handle the caress of defeat if it happened more often than not? I mean, if I lose I lose to someone who has only lost a match, more or less, in over a year. But if you lose? What would it mean for you if you lose to someone you declare to be weak and powerless? How would your ego react and would it be able to handle the taste of defeat?
You see, Sinclair Godfrey, if I lose then it´s a loss like quite some others, inflicted by a superior being and it would come after a grand effort against a great fighter, but if you lose? You tell me the way you would feel because I can imagine it but it´s not quite the same as it is when you explain it to me. Let me know how you would justify another loss, given to you by the hands of someone inferior, who is too weak and powerless to be a good fighter and the right one for this belt.”
Eron turns his back to the camera and paces towards a small table, standing near a small window. He grabs a pack of smokes which was standing above the table and lights a cigarette. After taking some deep drags out of it and leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and the cigarette hanging from the right corner of his mouth, he resumes his speech.
“You can say I am fragile and puny, too weak to be a good fighter, but how will you handle the truth when I stand up over and over again, after each hit and throw I experience from the hands of the thugs that surround you? Will you look in disbelief, will you question your abilities, or will you feel hopeless when you look into my eyes and see defeat in them? I am but a mere mirror, Baroness Godfrey, your very own mirror. An echo of your very own weak soul. Too weak and powerless to stand on your own. Too feeble and delicate to be able to face your defeat. Because, as I’ve said before, it’s your very own defeats that forge your soul. The ones that wound the most are the ones that shape your character, and as far as I am concerned I have been able to stand up over and over again, after each beating I was handled.
How about you?
How will you handle another defeat?
That we will see. I am no fortune teller but I can foresee them in your future, maybe more times than not.”
Eron takes a few deep breaths, slowly turning away from the camera as the scene fades to black.
A calm voice echoes in the dark. Then, after a few seconds, a match is lit and the contours of a somehow childish face are exposed to the camera. After a few seconds, a serene smile adorns the young face. We can now recognize who it is. It is the commonwealth champion himself, Eron Hunter. He, calmly, shakes his head still smiling and we can hear the sound of a switch. Light fills the place
“Truer words have never before been spoken and those words were written and spoken hundreds of years ago. The writer? One of the all-time greats. Even he, himself, played a role in his life. The role he played was that of the voice of truth. Sometimes of anger, sometimes delusion, at times dreamer, and more of a disillusioned soul than many of those that surrounded him.
People are obliged to wear masks in their lives, Baroness Godfrey. It is more of an obligation to play roles than anything else. One is the caring father at home and the stoic employee at the office because it is the situation that requires it. At times you are the good friend and one second later the avid competitor because the game you are playing asks for it.
You can´t show a gentle face to the ones that want to destroy your family nor can you be always honest to the ones that only lie to you and surround you merely because it´s in their best interest. And, yet, still, you can choose to be a good man and be honest and true, most of the time at least.”
Eron crosses his arms on his chest, takes a few calm breaths, and resumes his speech
“You say you only see creatures of spite and malice? Well, you are not the only one, many people do. It´s their choice just as it is mine to believe in goodness and honesty, within the limits of common sense anyway. But let´s go back to you. You say people are evil and yet you surround yourself with people all the time, or at least we are assuming those that surround you are ones. So what happens when a person that doesn´t trust humans surrounds herself with them?”
Eron shakes his head slowly
“What happens is that that very person is and feels alone. It must be tough to mistrust every human and their honest intentions and still call a few of them brethren. Tough indeed, Baroness Godfrey. Do you say you and the gang are brethren? That you got each other’s backs? I say it is easy to speak well about an assumed brotherhood when things go well. When you do not lose matches or suffer hard hits from life and situations.”
He points at the camera
“What I want to see is for how long this walking contradiction you call a soul is going to endure hard hits and defeats and still believe in people that surround her when she does not believe in trust and the good things of human character. It is easy to spout words of superiority when things go well. The difficult part of human life is to be good and great when the going gets tough. Because to believe in friends requires you to believe that you actually can have ones.”
The room is now completely lit and the man, Eron Hunter, stands in front of the camera. Crossing his arms on his chest and leaning against a wall, he resumes his placid speech.
“Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find…
..He was right. That he was, the William Shakespeare. Do you think you´ve got friends and brothers, Godfrey? Do you think you´re walking the right path for yourself? Do you think everything you are doing does indeed justify the way you are doing it because the ones you´re doing it to deserve it, for being evil and malevolent? If they indeed were it, then what are you?
I will tell you what you are, Godfrey.
No, you´re not evil nor are you a creature of the void and the night. What you are is a weak and powerless human being, who is too frail to watch in the mirror and see for herself what kind of human she is and has become. I can almost see and feel how you freeze in your sleep, unable to face your inner fears.
You say I talk a good game, while I think I am only honest. I also think I can handle the consequences of my actions. I can handle a loss or two and I can also stand up stronger than before when that happens. It happened with Jesse Jamester, he won and I lost. And yet, still, I became world champion in the end. It happened against Keith Williams too. He caused a lot of hurt and pain and yet, in the end, I surpassed him and won the belt of belts.
What I mean is that I know how to handle a beating or two, without feeling defeated, while you? How would you react if losing became more of a norm than it already is? How would you handle the caress of defeat if it happened more often than not? I mean, if I lose I lose to someone who has only lost a match, more or less, in over a year. But if you lose? What would it mean for you if you lose to someone you declare to be weak and powerless? How would your ego react and would it be able to handle the taste of defeat?
You see, Sinclair Godfrey, if I lose then it´s a loss like quite some others, inflicted by a superior being and it would come after a grand effort against a great fighter, but if you lose? You tell me the way you would feel because I can imagine it but it´s not quite the same as it is when you explain it to me. Let me know how you would justify another loss, given to you by the hands of someone inferior, who is too weak and powerless to be a good fighter and the right one for this belt.”
Eron turns his back to the camera and paces towards a small table, standing near a small window. He grabs a pack of smokes which was standing above the table and lights a cigarette. After taking some deep drags out of it and leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and the cigarette hanging from the right corner of his mouth, he resumes his speech.
“You can say I am fragile and puny, too weak to be a good fighter, but how will you handle the truth when I stand up over and over again, after each hit and throw I experience from the hands of the thugs that surround you? Will you look in disbelief, will you question your abilities, or will you feel hopeless when you look into my eyes and see defeat in them? I am but a mere mirror, Baroness Godfrey, your very own mirror. An echo of your very own weak soul. Too weak and powerless to stand on your own. Too feeble and delicate to be able to face your defeat. Because, as I’ve said before, it’s your very own defeats that forge your soul. The ones that wound the most are the ones that shape your character, and as far as I am concerned I have been able to stand up over and over again, after each beating I was handled.
How about you?
How will you handle another defeat?
That we will see. I am no fortune teller but I can foresee them in your future, maybe more times than not.”
Eron takes a few deep breaths, slowly turning away from the camera as the scene fades to black.
