Post by Eron Hunter on Feb 25, 2024 11:15:52 GMT -5
The room is dimly lit. A comfortable sofa near the fireplace. Torchwood in the flames and the crackle set the surroundings in the right modality. Eron is sitting on the sofa, arms wide open, chin touching his chest, looking at the table on which a whiskey bottle rests untouched.
“One night you are top of the top, some instants later you need to restart from scratch. Titles, success, and wealth. One moment you got them all, the next you are almost begging for attention and some spare change so that you do not suffer hunger and cold.”
Eron looks for some more instants at the bottle and then with a motion of his arm, grabs it and pops it open. He throws some liquor on the glass resting on the table and takes a small sip out of it. The silence is of the easy kind, no anger or stress can be felt in the former WUK champs' motions and posture.
“Am I nothing without my belts and my accomplishments? A hollow figure dancing in the winds of fate? A man without his achievements is bound to be perceived as a failure and nothingness. Is that so? Now that I lost my WUK World Championship Belt, to a rookie too, am I an apparent loss of a fighter?”
The young man rests easy in silence for some seconds, and then shaking his head and taking a big sip out of the Liquor bottle, ignoring the glass, resumes his monologue.
“…I do not think so!
If my belts and my accomplishments were all I had and all I had to show for myself, then losing them would have been the end of the world for the one known as Eron Hunter. But that is not the case. I am not made only of accomplishments and gold, I am also made of thoughts, emotions, dreams, aspirations, and hope.
And until I got them
Until I have the might to feel and dream
Until I have the power to stand up after every fall and survive every fatal strike
Until then I am an existing and shining Human Being”
Eron Hunter, the former World Champion, leans back on the sofa crossing his arms on his chest and a smile adorns his face. He nods and looks at the ceiling above him.
“Until I can reach for the stars and have the power to grasp for them; until I have the might to fight for my Dreams and Aspirations, I am not lost. Until I have breath in my lungs and hope in my heart I am not done for. Until I can battle the impossible and emerge victorious, I am not doomed and can restart again.
This is not the end of the Journey
No
This is merely a restart in the travels of life for Eron Hunter; and Cheez? Cheez is merely the next chapter in a never-ending story of Dreams. I have walked the path of life barefoot. Swam in the wildest River Torrents. Flown with the Albatrosses and Reached the highest heights. I am Eron Hunter, son of a man and creature of Mother Nature. I am the Champion of Champions and almost Alpha and Omega of Dreamers.
I say almost because I am not complete. There is so much more to do and so much more to see. So many more miles to travel and dreams to dream before I sleep the final sleep. I am in continuous evolution and step after step, closer to the conclusion of what I want to achieve and what I want to be. And when I have reached the heights of my current Dream? Then it is time to dream again.”
The young man stands up from the sofa he was sitting in and begins pacing around the room in small and calm steps. Hands deep in his trouser pockets, he seems lost in thought. After some seconds of silence, he starts talking again.
“Cheez!
You too are on a journey of your own. Our paths have crossed for an instant and then, we will go our separate ways again. But this meeting will not be without impacts. One of us will get one step closer to achieving his goals, and the other? Well, the other too. Because every meeting and every person we encounter in our travels has to play a role in our lives. Small as it might be, it is not without consequences.
Cheez, I hope this clash of ours helps you in your travels toward self-actualization, I know it will help me in doing so. Every fight I have fought in my life won or lost, has helped me and made me stronger. Cheez, you are fighting a former World Champion and a Main Eventer, I hope you realize you need to bring your A-Game in this fight.
I know I will do so.
See you in the ring and might the better fighter emerge victorious.”
The young man leans against the room wall next to him and looks up, towards never-ending, imaginary skies.
Fade
“One night you are top of the top, some instants later you need to restart from scratch. Titles, success, and wealth. One moment you got them all, the next you are almost begging for attention and some spare change so that you do not suffer hunger and cold.”
Eron looks for some more instants at the bottle and then with a motion of his arm, grabs it and pops it open. He throws some liquor on the glass resting on the table and takes a small sip out of it. The silence is of the easy kind, no anger or stress can be felt in the former WUK champs' motions and posture.
“Am I nothing without my belts and my accomplishments? A hollow figure dancing in the winds of fate? A man without his achievements is bound to be perceived as a failure and nothingness. Is that so? Now that I lost my WUK World Championship Belt, to a rookie too, am I an apparent loss of a fighter?”
The young man rests easy in silence for some seconds, and then shaking his head and taking a big sip out of the Liquor bottle, ignoring the glass, resumes his monologue.
“…I do not think so!
If my belts and my accomplishments were all I had and all I had to show for myself, then losing them would have been the end of the world for the one known as Eron Hunter. But that is not the case. I am not made only of accomplishments and gold, I am also made of thoughts, emotions, dreams, aspirations, and hope.
And until I got them
Until I have the might to feel and dream
Until I have the power to stand up after every fall and survive every fatal strike
Until then I am an existing and shining Human Being”
Eron Hunter, the former World Champion, leans back on the sofa crossing his arms on his chest and a smile adorns his face. He nods and looks at the ceiling above him.
“Until I can reach for the stars and have the power to grasp for them; until I have the might to fight for my Dreams and Aspirations, I am not lost. Until I have breath in my lungs and hope in my heart I am not done for. Until I can battle the impossible and emerge victorious, I am not doomed and can restart again.
This is not the end of the Journey
No
This is merely a restart in the travels of life for Eron Hunter; and Cheez? Cheez is merely the next chapter in a never-ending story of Dreams. I have walked the path of life barefoot. Swam in the wildest River Torrents. Flown with the Albatrosses and Reached the highest heights. I am Eron Hunter, son of a man and creature of Mother Nature. I am the Champion of Champions and almost Alpha and Omega of Dreamers.
I say almost because I am not complete. There is so much more to do and so much more to see. So many more miles to travel and dreams to dream before I sleep the final sleep. I am in continuous evolution and step after step, closer to the conclusion of what I want to achieve and what I want to be. And when I have reached the heights of my current Dream? Then it is time to dream again.”
The young man stands up from the sofa he was sitting in and begins pacing around the room in small and calm steps. Hands deep in his trouser pockets, he seems lost in thought. After some seconds of silence, he starts talking again.
“Cheez!
You too are on a journey of your own. Our paths have crossed for an instant and then, we will go our separate ways again. But this meeting will not be without impacts. One of us will get one step closer to achieving his goals, and the other? Well, the other too. Because every meeting and every person we encounter in our travels has to play a role in our lives. Small as it might be, it is not without consequences.
Cheez, I hope this clash of ours helps you in your travels toward self-actualization, I know it will help me in doing so. Every fight I have fought in my life won or lost, has helped me and made me stronger. Cheez, you are fighting a former World Champion and a Main Eventer, I hope you realize you need to bring your A-Game in this fight.
I know I will do so.
See you in the ring and might the better fighter emerge victorious.”
The young man leans against the room wall next to him and looks up, towards never-ending, imaginary skies.
Fade
