Post by Eron Hunter on Oct 6, 2022 14:13:09 GMT -5
Pitch black...
...almost.
The candlelight is feeble and weak, yet strong enough to throw light over the small, wooden, table above which there is a small ashtray and a pack of smokes. He sits near the table, head resting on his fist, his elbow leaning above the table. His eyes wander outside, looking towards the empty street from the minuscule window on his right. The street lights enlighten the deserted road; they are the only source of light and the only thing existing on that street for now.
Things are going well in his life. He has been back in the wrestling business and a force to be reckoned with, to boot. Since he has come back, to the UK, he has been unstoppable, an absolute force. The only thing that throws shadows over his light is the interference from Ronnie Long. He has cost him plenty of reputation. He has won the matches, but that has never been the way Eron Hunter wants to see his issues resolved.
He looked at the concrete, spat on the floor like a hobo, and took a drag from the cigarette which had been burning for the past minutes and was almost burning his fingers. Eron hadn’t noticed, deep in thought as he was. This battle with Long was not an easy one. Not because Eron feared Ronnie Long, or because he doubted his own abilities and his own skill.
No.
It was something else.
When Eron saw Long and looked into this man´s heart, he could sense that there had been honesty, honor, and dignity residing in there for a long time. The position in which Ronnie Long was now, was the standing point of a disillusioned heart and for a heart to be disillusioned there needs to have been illusions there at least for a while.
“Illusions” are a synonym for ideals, in the eyes of a cynical man, and a cynical man is a man who knows the price of all things and the value of none. As far as Eron Hunter goes, he was sure Ronnie Long had been an honest man and a brave fighter for far too long.
…Would he, Eron Hunter, end up like that too, in his forties?
They say a cynical man is the end product of a naïve heart, and a naive heart is the co resides of an honest and pure human one. So, is a disillusioned man all that an honest and pure heart can amount to, in this life?
Would he, Eron Hunter, turn into a cynical and disillusioned man when he reached the goals and traveled the road Ronnie Long had, in his life? He shook his head and spat again on the floor. Not caring much about it, as deep in thought as he was he didn’t mind the right manners.
He stood like that for some instants and then…
…shook his head fiercely.
He looked at the wall on his left. There was a mirror there and two eyes looking straight at him, his own two eyes, staring back at him. Eron took a final drag from his cigarette and threw it in the ashtray. He shook his head again and then shrugged. He, Eron Hunter, was not Ronnie Long. Ronnie Long was a weak and frail old man, not physically of course, who had given in to his insecurities and doubts and had ended up being a vile creature.
Weak men, find excuses for their frailty and their broken hopes and illusions. He was not like that. He knew for sure that life wasn´t easy and that vile men are walking amongst us, but that never caused him doubts about his existence and human nature. He, Eron Hunter, was a positive human being, not because he was better than anyone else but because he had chosen to be optimistic and good-willed.
If this battle against Ronnie Long had to be considered a battle against a possible, future, self; well then Eron would make sure that he would end up the victor on both fronts; against Long and against his own doubts.
Eron Hunter was a positive human being
And he would be like that for the rest of his existence.
We are the authors of our own life, we are responsible for the road we choose to travel, and if we lose track of our own heart and our own positivity then we and we alone are to blame…
..No one else.
The night was long and the thoughts were many. These thoughts would accompany him for the rest of this story and maybe further, but he didn´t for a second doubt his own heart like Ronnie Long had done.
He was not Ronnie Long.
He was Eron Hunter and his opponent would come to know that very well.
Night.
...almost.
The candlelight is feeble and weak, yet strong enough to throw light over the small, wooden, table above which there is a small ashtray and a pack of smokes. He sits near the table, head resting on his fist, his elbow leaning above the table. His eyes wander outside, looking towards the empty street from the minuscule window on his right. The street lights enlighten the deserted road; they are the only source of light and the only thing existing on that street for now.
Things are going well in his life. He has been back in the wrestling business and a force to be reckoned with, to boot. Since he has come back, to the UK, he has been unstoppable, an absolute force. The only thing that throws shadows over his light is the interference from Ronnie Long. He has cost him plenty of reputation. He has won the matches, but that has never been the way Eron Hunter wants to see his issues resolved.
He looked at the concrete, spat on the floor like a hobo, and took a drag from the cigarette which had been burning for the past minutes and was almost burning his fingers. Eron hadn’t noticed, deep in thought as he was. This battle with Long was not an easy one. Not because Eron feared Ronnie Long, or because he doubted his own abilities and his own skill.
No.
It was something else.
When Eron saw Long and looked into this man´s heart, he could sense that there had been honesty, honor, and dignity residing in there for a long time. The position in which Ronnie Long was now, was the standing point of a disillusioned heart and for a heart to be disillusioned there needs to have been illusions there at least for a while.
“Illusions” are a synonym for ideals, in the eyes of a cynical man, and a cynical man is a man who knows the price of all things and the value of none. As far as Eron Hunter goes, he was sure Ronnie Long had been an honest man and a brave fighter for far too long.
…Would he, Eron Hunter, end up like that too, in his forties?
They say a cynical man is the end product of a naïve heart, and a naive heart is the co resides of an honest and pure human one. So, is a disillusioned man all that an honest and pure heart can amount to, in this life?
Would he, Eron Hunter, turn into a cynical and disillusioned man when he reached the goals and traveled the road Ronnie Long had, in his life? He shook his head and spat again on the floor. Not caring much about it, as deep in thought as he was he didn’t mind the right manners.
He stood like that for some instants and then…
…shook his head fiercely.
He looked at the wall on his left. There was a mirror there and two eyes looking straight at him, his own two eyes, staring back at him. Eron took a final drag from his cigarette and threw it in the ashtray. He shook his head again and then shrugged. He, Eron Hunter, was not Ronnie Long. Ronnie Long was a weak and frail old man, not physically of course, who had given in to his insecurities and doubts and had ended up being a vile creature.
Weak men, find excuses for their frailty and their broken hopes and illusions. He was not like that. He knew for sure that life wasn´t easy and that vile men are walking amongst us, but that never caused him doubts about his existence and human nature. He, Eron Hunter, was a positive human being, not because he was better than anyone else but because he had chosen to be optimistic and good-willed.
If this battle against Ronnie Long had to be considered a battle against a possible, future, self; well then Eron would make sure that he would end up the victor on both fronts; against Long and against his own doubts.
Eron Hunter was a positive human being
And he would be like that for the rest of his existence.
We are the authors of our own life, we are responsible for the road we choose to travel, and if we lose track of our own heart and our own positivity then we and we alone are to blame…
..No one else.
The night was long and the thoughts were many. These thoughts would accompany him for the rest of this story and maybe further, but he didn´t for a second doubt his own heart like Ronnie Long had done.
He was not Ronnie Long.
He was Eron Hunter and his opponent would come to know that very well.
Night.
