Fragments of Imagination
It stood there, helpless, selfishly searching for survival and there was no redemption. It crawled through the dust of the earth, it suffered and suffered, liberty was nothing but a word of mouth.
Dreams of making it in life, fantasies of having a perfect wife, a big house and that classy car. “What was I thinking? Was I mad?” he thought to himself. Daydreaming under a leafless tree, selling dreams sitting on a dry surface, all that was around him was in despair. “But what’s life?” he asked himself, “what’s life without trying?” so he could never succumb and be a failure like all the others.
A great man once said that the moment no one understands you is the moment you start to understand yourself, that is when you begin having marvelous ideas that could change the world and make you that man you have always wanted to be.
So he sat alone and thought for a while and that’s when it hit him, "I’m a great man, so young and charming with a beautiful future ahead." Working hard was his only option.
(Named after the book's name, little pieces of one's thoughts)