Another Farfetch'd Thought

There i stand, staring into the darkness. My two pillars of strength, struggling to hold me up. Breaking down on the inside, i feel the pain, i feel the struggle. But i know that, come what may, both pillars will catch me when i fall. These supports of innumerable differences, have everything in them different. But a five-letter word like irony is too meek to hold the meaning of their situation. For despite these differences they hold a common prize. A prize of no value to the world but of immense value to them. The prize that doesn't lay any golden eggs, but brings about dark cloudy days. But nevertheless, a prize in their eyes. I want to jump off their shoulders, into the nothingness, aimlessly fall, just so the pillars may stand up again, go their different ways and become strong again.

Be not mistaken dear reader, breaking down on the inside or the outside, does not rob these of their strength, for the common prize they possess, they willingly share, constitutes the base of this common strength. This common strength, gives them the power to love, to love the world around them and their common gold, but never themselves, for they never will be able to love that one that created their prize along with them. The only one that has equal authority over their prized possession. They live in a world of dark hatred for the power the other possesses, but nevertheless have to tread on to the end. That strength that causes love is the reason for family. Cherish it and find meaning it. Not many are lucky enough to experience it.