There once lived a boy who always felt that he was alone, as though something was missing from his life. As any other lonely day, he trudged on in the infinite wastelands, whereby rats scuttled by having their little races of speed and power. He looked up, and saw the gloom of the grey clouds shrouding the skies. He sighed, and resumed to plod laboriously in the desolate and never-ending landscape around him.
A beacon of light ! That was what kept him going. All he needed was some light in his life. 'Ohh how I wish that light could be with me so I needn't traverse this place just to see it."
Panting and exhausted, he put forth his right foot and dragged himself to the most western part of the land, that was where the beacon could be found. Alas, while the beacon was there, there was no brightness, no warmth. It was just stone cold, with it's looming pillar standing solitary in the area. "Strange, I've been here many times but it usually is pretty bright. There's even a food store there which no one ever uses." He was curious, and a little sad, for that guiding light which was always switched on and illuminated the darkness hitherto now, was presently a dull structure.
Movement ! Footsteps ! He shuddered with the thought of the armed robbers and thieves. Then he saw, that they were one, two, no maybe a small group of figures moving in and out of the light tower. They carried strange looking devices, with boxes that made little clattering noises when they knocked against each other.
"What are they doing?" Thoughts flooded his mind. "Were they the ones who caused this, to take my light away?" Deluged with questions and uncertainties, he watched a little more, with his unhappiness growing each time there was a little knock here and there.
He waited. For so long, had that same tower been shut off. It has been, let's see, five years now. Still, the boy waited for his light. Patiently, he always revisited that same western region of the wastelands. The rat race still continued incessantly, whereby the weaker rats were instantly overwhelmed by the powerful ones. He lifted his head, and the light was once more reaching his eyes. It warmed his heart, and made his eyes well up. It was a different light.
It was brighter, yet it was a comfortable sort, and with authority and power it controlled the landscape. The darkest places were lighted up, and the shadows in hiding were dispelled. The oppressive atmosphere had disappeared, and once more, no he couldn't say that - the desolate world he had been living in was finally replaced with happiness, with warmth.
Now he understood. The 'bad' people he had once labelled them as, were making changes to the light tower, making it shine brighter and lighting up not just the nearby areas, but everywhere else where the light could travel.
He looked up at the sky. It was bright. His future no longer seemed bleak.
Smiling and re-embracing the light once more, he stood up, and strode towards the light.
You light up my world like nobody else :)









