Cowardice or Enlightenment?
Jul 6, 2015 4:19:08 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Jul 6, 2015 4:19:08 GMT -5
"Y'know..." Donnie began, scratching the back of his ear as he set his feet down on the bench. He was seated on a tabletop at the local park; a table usually designated for a friendly game of Chess amongst the neighborhood elderly, as he’d often seen; and surely it would probably serve that purpose later on in the evening once the sun had gone down a bit. But only Donnie was foolish enough to brave the sweltering North Carolina heat in the middle of the day.
"... my mama always used ta'say that some people prefer the darkness because they're afraid of what a little light might reveal bout'em. I guess there's some sort of comfort in the darkness, y'know?" He questioned, giving an uncertain shrug as he pulled at the shirt that clung to his body
"Maybe there is, but I wouldn't really know nothin’ bout that. Ya see, I always believed that some people just rather dwell on the negatives of life cause they're scared. Plain and simple. Scared of openin' themselves up in fear of disappointment; scared that life will snuff out the little ray of hope that they may have.”
“So y’know what they do? They snuff it out themselves, thinking that it makes it all better. They walk around, void and numb; not knowin' what it's like to dream; not allowing themselves the chance to think bigger than the little box they've cast themselves in." He gave a saddened shake of his head. "And they do it all under this veil of so-called enlightenment or self-consciousness or somethin’." He couldn't help but to roll his eyes at that. "As if people like me are wrong for having hope in this world. Hell, if ya aint got hope, then what’s left for ya to have?" He asked.
“I really do hate people like that.” He admitted, the dislike evident in his tone and facial expression. “Not because of the way that they are, but because they always feel the need to try and kill someone else’s joy in the process. It makes them sick to their stomach to see people doing what they’re incapable of, no… they want you right there wallowing in that same pool of emptiness with em.”
"And Brody Watts is definitely one of them there types. I mean, you all seen him; forever brooding and giving his cryptic little sermons that always seem to focus on snatching away the dreams of someone else. It's as if his sole purpose is to drag each and every single one of us down into his little abyss of misery with him. But I guess it’s as they say, misery loves company, don’t it? Well it won't enjoy mine.”
“Ya see, I'ma come right out and say this to ya, Brody. I think that you’re a coward. So focused on wantin’ to snatch away people’s dreams just cause ya ain’t got none of your own. You want us all ta drown like you? Well I have a bit of a problem with that there Brody. Ya see, somebody's got to live to tell the story, my friend; and some of us have actually got the heart to swim.”
“I don't know your life, nor will I pretend that I do. Maybe you've had a hell of a go and maybe life really has put you under; but this world ain’t really as dark and desolate as you make it out to be. Hope can carry ya a mighty long way. And on Wednesday night, I'll show ya just how far it's brought me.”
"... my mama always used ta'say that some people prefer the darkness because they're afraid of what a little light might reveal bout'em. I guess there's some sort of comfort in the darkness, y'know?" He questioned, giving an uncertain shrug as he pulled at the shirt that clung to his body
"Maybe there is, but I wouldn't really know nothin’ bout that. Ya see, I always believed that some people just rather dwell on the negatives of life cause they're scared. Plain and simple. Scared of openin' themselves up in fear of disappointment; scared that life will snuff out the little ray of hope that they may have.”
“So y’know what they do? They snuff it out themselves, thinking that it makes it all better. They walk around, void and numb; not knowin' what it's like to dream; not allowing themselves the chance to think bigger than the little box they've cast themselves in." He gave a saddened shake of his head. "And they do it all under this veil of so-called enlightenment or self-consciousness or somethin’." He couldn't help but to roll his eyes at that. "As if people like me are wrong for having hope in this world. Hell, if ya aint got hope, then what’s left for ya to have?" He asked.
“I really do hate people like that.” He admitted, the dislike evident in his tone and facial expression. “Not because of the way that they are, but because they always feel the need to try and kill someone else’s joy in the process. It makes them sick to their stomach to see people doing what they’re incapable of, no… they want you right there wallowing in that same pool of emptiness with em.”
"And Brody Watts is definitely one of them there types. I mean, you all seen him; forever brooding and giving his cryptic little sermons that always seem to focus on snatching away the dreams of someone else. It's as if his sole purpose is to drag each and every single one of us down into his little abyss of misery with him. But I guess it’s as they say, misery loves company, don’t it? Well it won't enjoy mine.”
“Ya see, I'ma come right out and say this to ya, Brody. I think that you’re a coward. So focused on wantin’ to snatch away people’s dreams just cause ya ain’t got none of your own. You want us all ta drown like you? Well I have a bit of a problem with that there Brody. Ya see, somebody's got to live to tell the story, my friend; and some of us have actually got the heart to swim.”
“I don't know your life, nor will I pretend that I do. Maybe you've had a hell of a go and maybe life really has put you under; but this world ain’t really as dark and desolate as you make it out to be. Hope can carry ya a mighty long way. And on Wednesday night, I'll show ya just how far it's brought me.”
