Soldier From War
I was 22 carrying a bulky frame and towered over others for men were poor and would not feed their children yet my great-grandfather was a rich man and so I eat plentifully.
at the time, a fresh civilian, I had spent 3 wasted years as a soldier and I myself could not even feel the effects nor justify my service. I had returned home disgusted by my fellow man and immediately lost all purpose, taking myself as too intelligent and prideful to be a service worker and traumatized by past events I made minimal effort to look for a job. Convinced that I would teach myself I refrained from attending a university yet no learning has ever taken place within my cramped walls and Soon I fell into a routine. Dedicating my days to boredom they quickly faded away, I would wake up tired at 12 with darkness in my eyes after a night of light rest. By the time my day has begun it would often be 4. And being too tired to complete anything by the time it was 4 I never left my small 1-room apartment which I could only afford by the grace of my father. I have become reclused to my shelf and the thought of interacting with other beings rattled my mind. In this routine I became very ill and laid my soul to die, sleeping against the fractured wall I awoke to a figure serving me my meals and returned to deep miserable sleep. Until these very days, I cannot prove that these were not distant dreams clinging to my mind, forgotten at some points and bountiful at others.
The second time I was conscious and identified the figure as a man, he had spoken to me in words that translated to English as “wake up and eat for the road is bigger than you”. I never saw the man again but following his grand words I decided that I will not bear to stay in this place any longer and following that day I regained my strength and made my journey outwards.
