One day-maybe night, the machines started breaking down. The man in the tower controlling the steering mechanism noticed his gauges spinning out of control, which he had never seen. Have you ever heard metal grinding into oblivion? Well, it was kind of like that but kinda of different than that. It was like the metal grinding into oblivion but more than the metal grinding into oblivion.
“The machines are going to fail,” A worker yells in attempt to be heard. Only, everyone had already started running. And not even looking back. The man noticed everyone running, not even looking back. The man realized everyone was running away like frightened farm animals in a tornado. Suddenly, the machines welched and struggled to maintain their maintainable manner. Friends and foes, it was long past the point of being able to maintain. As the titanium gears locked in position, started to grind (whisper) as a dog might grind a tree. And no that is not a name for any certain person or group of people. It is simply simple. It isn’t that crazy to think that the machines were about to self destruct, implode. Suddenly, a man with a handle bar mustache appeared, smoking a cigar. The man looked at the man who had appeared smoking a cigar. No. The man that appeared did not have a handle bar mustache and was not smoking a cigar. Actually, no man at all appeared. It was just the man standing all by his lonesome. As a moment developed unlike any moment he had ever experienced. The moment was a subtle silent whisper in the form of a truthful pursuit. It was his life flashing before him. His eyes swelled with emotions, as he reached for a drink he had resting on a ledge within reaching distance. He looked up at the man in the tower, but he had also abandoned his responsibility. He felt alone in realizing everyone had ran and no one really cared. Explosion! Fire. Blast of heat. Smoke billowing.
Mean people are the least interesting people. Its so easy to be mean, to be vain, self indulged, vile, ego-driven, to spread hate, to be negative. (One might debate the biology, physiology, sociology, psychology; but who wants to hear that ology?) Instead: its hard to be kind, to love, to strive to be your best, to think of others. Don’t do something because its easy. Do something because its hard. Be different! Be! My echo into eternity.
