There was a boy,
It is rather difficult he must admit. Quite a several moons ago this proud bloke was adamant it will all be fine. Oh was he wrong. Oh was he severely wrong. Unfortunately for him, bracing for the worst with a mere leaking canteen barely suffice. It however would not do him justice mocking his idiocy for he knew what he had signed up for. Crossing the ever-expanding Sahara with depleting necessity believing a mirage of an oasis does not fade away on approach is not what no man had ever done. It is an act of self destruction, a product of ego-gone-wild and a state of delusion and inner turbulence, feeding on raging testosterone.
Little did he know by provoking, or rather challenging life to get to Him, well, has gotten him a life. Be careful what you wish for, people may say. He who travelled to a foreign land to sarcastically search for poverty had actually earned one. As contradicting as it may appear, we must grant him a compliment for his thoughtless determination. Realizing where he had gone wrong, he began to weep. The realization that began as a whisper of self doubt had actually began creeping up his neck as soon as his journey did. Doubt, soon turned into fear, followed by anger and regret, have now became a prison paralyzing his soul as he lives through what appears to be a metaphorical summary of his ill-fated youth.
It seemed that everything he did, everywhere he went, and everyone he met, tends to be a horrific recurring experience. No matter how hard he tried and how much he cared, all that meant something suffered.
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