Something Random

I wrote this as a joke response to someone on another site where you can go to a person's page and earn them points. So, this person said that she would come back later to get me more points.

I'll be waiting here in this dimly lit, empty room on this rocking chair wearing a dingy white button up shirt covered by a faded gray wool jacket, thin khaki pants covered by a green and blue checkered blanket that doesn't hide the knobbiness of my knees, and mismatched holey dress socks with red stains. My hair is foul dirty and matted to my scalp like that of a mangy stray. My teeth are rotting and jiggling in my rancid mouth. My eyes, bulging from my deathly thin corpse, are fixed on a door covered with webs and blocked at the bottom by an inch of dust and dead crawling and flying things. The rats have stopped coming to nibble at my flesh when the air became too thick with the decay of their feces and their ancestors who died before them while trying to navigate my hell. I survive off of a box of moth balls and your promise that you will return to me like sunshine in the morning. How long has it been now? Twenty-two hours? Seventy years? I struggle to live on. To draw breath, takes all my might. My heart, I force to beat. My vision, reduced to forms, reduced to shadows, light versus dark. My hearing, reduced to muffles, reduced to static. Maybe you've already gone before me. *gasp* *seize* No! I'll keep waiting. I'll believe in your promise. I'll keep waiting...

Sacrifice

Sometimes we have to give up some things in order to gain other things. In the present, it's kind of hard to sacrifice for the unknown future. We tend to surround ourselves with simple pleasures and to hold on to them. Those pleasures fill up our days and crowd out what we need in order to progress toward a better tomorrow. We wonder where our time has gone, while ignoring how much of it it is that we lost in our trivial pursuits. We look at how bad things are for us and wonder how they came to be. However, when we are honest, we see that all that we have is all that we earn and deserve. Good times become worse without maintenance. Living in the now without any planning leaves us unprepared for the troubles that may, and most certainly will, come. We need to stop floating on the winds of life like powerless autumn leaves. We have much more say in what happens to us than what we allow ourselves to have. Sacrifice is something that we must learn in order to become masters of our own lives and our own fates.