This one time I wrote a thing like an intro for a story or something. By which I mean I wrote this and it’s not really about me it’s just about some person or character of fiction.
I’ve been a loner most of my life. Now, that doesn’t mean I’ve never had friends and lovers. I’ve had my share of heart-palpitating love and friendships with unquestionable loyalty. I just never really stayed long enough to see how it would have worked out.
Someone once told me life is one big mountain we’re supposed to climb. We must work hard to reach the peak, a self-fulfilling task with endless rewards. Along the way, we’ll get hurt, encounter other climbers, endure and enjoy changing weathers, and even fall. I guess I got addicted to climbing because every time I almost reach the top, I seem to deliberately sabotage my own success. My life is more interesting that way.
The descent is quick and almost painless, until you realize where you’ve landed. For so long, you’ll regret the effort you’ve spent so far and wonder about the people you were supposed to meet at the top. I specialized in this game my entire life. Until I met the ones who changed my mind…
I never continued writing whatever this could’ve been