• Walking the path where ever the side-walk took him, he occasionally glanced at children playing and enjoying such time to themselves. Five minutes down the path and he came upon a bench to sit at. Now, observing life in action, he began to think to himself, I'm not cut out for this. This world, it's not made for the likes of me. And yet, he would still chase what seemed like hopeless dreams. Now, as the skies began to darken, sitting at the bench, he rested his face into his hands almost as if to declare he was ashamed of himself. He was then joined by a child, no more than six years old. Yet, with his face in his hands, he had no knowledge of this.

    "Mister, it's getting dark," spoke the child.

    Now raising his face in agony, his eyes fell over the young man.

    "Your point is?

    Without hesitation, "it's getting dark, and from what I see, you've wasted another day. Haven't you?"

    There was a pause and both pair of eyes frozed into the other's.

    "What are you talking about kid? Isn't it past your curfew? Get outta here."

    "You don't have to worry about me-'

    "Who says I'm-"

    "But I must say, time was only ever on your side. And you....you throw it away like spoiled bread." The young man stood up. "I hope it was worth it."

    And with those words, he turned awaty and rushed off out of sight.

    Once more alone, he became aware of the fact that everything the boy said was true. And as the sun tucked itself away, the wind started to howl and immediatley, he felt welcomed into the night.

    He would not forget those words spoken to him by some child. He would not forget that no matter how useless he thought he was, that the promise he was to make to himself would stand true to him for the rest of his days.

    He realized that it was worth giving it his all. It was worth the pain of knowing it could never be. As long as he knew the truth, he was content. Everything he knew he always stood for would now play its part. He felt a sudden sense of purity.