Post by Eron Hunter on Sept 6, 2022 15:10:23 GMT -5
The night is calm and the waters tidy.
The moon kisses the clouds, which attempt to cover her sight of the sea. Pacific and calm, she’s always been like this. Knowing she doesn’t own light of her own, she’s always been used to making compromises.
As has learned Eron Hunter too.
In his teenage years he thought in black and white; in his still young years, he knows that life requires those so-called concessions. Otherwise, you end up alone and lonely. Because there is a substantial difference between standing alone and being lonely. He’s been many times alone and he likes that, but he has never felt lonely. Because that’s a completely different story. He has never felt lonely because he has always had things to hang on to.
His goals
His dreams
Thus, he never felt down and depressed, at least most of the time he didn’t.
He asked himself what Ronnie Long thought about stuff like this. Guess the man is a disillusioned individual. Hanging on to beliefs for most of your years, only to let them go at a time when you should know better. Was this what they called a mid-life crisis? A time when you overthrow everything you thought you knew and find yourself without ideals or dreams?
Eron didn’t know.
He was a thoughtful and empathic human being, but there is a limit to everything. You should justify people’s actions until they start breaking your bones, that is. And he could justify Ronnie Long; he just didn’t feel like doing that. The man needed a reality check and someone to show him the limits of his possibilities and options. Eron Hunter was sure he was the right fighter for that.
If Ronnie Long thought he could walk the halls of W: UK and do whatever he pleased without consequences, well his reality check was a long time overdue. Eron Hunter would do everything in his might to show that old fart his days as a thug were over before they could even start.
But first, he had a match to take care of.
Di Maria was the girl's name.
Other than the fact that she was a good fighter, but with a bad attitude, Eron Hunter didn’t know much about her. Well, that and the fact that she was half Italian. That meant they were compatriots halfway. Meaning she could have the same vagabond spirit and the cheat attitude people so thought Italians had. They were half-right in that direction. Italians have traveled the world, as conquerors, vagabonds, or immigrants, they have done it all. As far as being cheat material, Eron didn´t agree. He was Italian and he would rather lose a limb than swindle his way through life.
As far as Di Maria goes, well she sure seemed like the type of fighter that could very well do anything to win, even cheat her way through the match. Eron Hunter had to be cautious; the girl was no slouch by all means, and he could easily be dumb-fooled by his immaculate record and let the guard down.
That was the chance the lass would be waiting for, willing to capitalize in any given moment.
Eron Hunter would not do that mistake.
He would go into this match with the right mindset and the right attitude; the ones that had always helped him in his career. He couldn´t say he had a record of one hundred to null, but what he could say was that he had a lot of experience resting on his shoulders. He would lean on his intuition and his experience, thus having a better chance at success.
Surely he wouldn’t allow himself to become complacent merely because he had experience. As he had told Ronnie Long before, youth surpasses experienced people at any given moment of the day. What they lack in knowledge, they make up in fervor.
Eron Hunter would have to be cautious…
…and that he was!
Another fight was in sight, and there was no end to it because that´s what Eron Hunter lived for.
But as far as the intermezzo liricos goes, well that he could use in any way he wanted. That means he would enjoy tonight’s date with the moon, for as long as he could.
Because life is made of small moments.
And if you forget to enjoy them, you forget about living real life itself.
Eron Hunter had had too many troubles in his existence, to make a mistake and forget the small but beautiful moments in life.
The night would be long, but he was not feeling sleepy
The moon kisses the clouds, which attempt to cover her sight of the sea. Pacific and calm, she’s always been like this. Knowing she doesn’t own light of her own, she’s always been used to making compromises.
As has learned Eron Hunter too.
In his teenage years he thought in black and white; in his still young years, he knows that life requires those so-called concessions. Otherwise, you end up alone and lonely. Because there is a substantial difference between standing alone and being lonely. He’s been many times alone and he likes that, but he has never felt lonely. Because that’s a completely different story. He has never felt lonely because he has always had things to hang on to.
His goals
His dreams
Thus, he never felt down and depressed, at least most of the time he didn’t.
He asked himself what Ronnie Long thought about stuff like this. Guess the man is a disillusioned individual. Hanging on to beliefs for most of your years, only to let them go at a time when you should know better. Was this what they called a mid-life crisis? A time when you overthrow everything you thought you knew and find yourself without ideals or dreams?
Eron didn’t know.
He was a thoughtful and empathic human being, but there is a limit to everything. You should justify people’s actions until they start breaking your bones, that is. And he could justify Ronnie Long; he just didn’t feel like doing that. The man needed a reality check and someone to show him the limits of his possibilities and options. Eron Hunter was sure he was the right fighter for that.
If Ronnie Long thought he could walk the halls of W: UK and do whatever he pleased without consequences, well his reality check was a long time overdue. Eron Hunter would do everything in his might to show that old fart his days as a thug were over before they could even start.
But first, he had a match to take care of.
Di Maria was the girl's name.
Other than the fact that she was a good fighter, but with a bad attitude, Eron Hunter didn’t know much about her. Well, that and the fact that she was half Italian. That meant they were compatriots halfway. Meaning she could have the same vagabond spirit and the cheat attitude people so thought Italians had. They were half-right in that direction. Italians have traveled the world, as conquerors, vagabonds, or immigrants, they have done it all. As far as being cheat material, Eron didn´t agree. He was Italian and he would rather lose a limb than swindle his way through life.
As far as Di Maria goes, well she sure seemed like the type of fighter that could very well do anything to win, even cheat her way through the match. Eron Hunter had to be cautious; the girl was no slouch by all means, and he could easily be dumb-fooled by his immaculate record and let the guard down.
That was the chance the lass would be waiting for, willing to capitalize in any given moment.
Eron Hunter would not do that mistake.
He would go into this match with the right mindset and the right attitude; the ones that had always helped him in his career. He couldn´t say he had a record of one hundred to null, but what he could say was that he had a lot of experience resting on his shoulders. He would lean on his intuition and his experience, thus having a better chance at success.
Surely he wouldn’t allow himself to become complacent merely because he had experience. As he had told Ronnie Long before, youth surpasses experienced people at any given moment of the day. What they lack in knowledge, they make up in fervor.
Eron Hunter would have to be cautious…
…and that he was!
Another fight was in sight, and there was no end to it because that´s what Eron Hunter lived for.
But as far as the intermezzo liricos goes, well that he could use in any way he wanted. That means he would enjoy tonight’s date with the moon, for as long as he could.
Because life is made of small moments.
And if you forget to enjoy them, you forget about living real life itself.
Eron Hunter had had too many troubles in his existence, to make a mistake and forget the small but beautiful moments in life.
The night would be long, but he was not feeling sleepy
