A Waste Day | Fiction
Once a man thought that he could climb a mountain without the help of anyone. It was his predetermination and so he was quite strong at his desire to climb. He was planning how to go there and materialise his dream, although there was a lack of support.
Time passed on and when he fully prepared himself to climb the mountain, he went for the destination. It was the time of morning and everyone was busy in going to their quest of work. He was hoping a safe journey in going there, but quite so often - he found something is distracting him.
So, he stopped on the midway and looked back, he found a few people who were also going by the mountain. There were scarcity of lands and the people who were co-passengers, they got into the boat and it flew on. The boat was the only vehicle there and so people relied on it to go there.
When he reached to the mountain, he looked at the few resources that he had and then after checking them for a few more times, it seemed okay. Then he went for the climbing and after reaching one or two span of the mountain, he got tired due to lack of energy. The passage through the mountains looked tiresome a task and he was losing vital energy.
But he wasn’t a person who would wish to stop the climbing. Anyway he thought he should climb it and finish the task. After finishing the task, he thought he would grab a nice chance to retire and share his experience with the other people that he climbed successfully. Such hope never let him to stop on the midway.
But few moments time again, he was stuck at the cave near a mountainside. But he was relentless in climbing up and secure the safe climbing and passage. Time went on and he was confident to win, but it was an utter surprise that time really hit hard. He lost himself in the unknown of the mountain.
It was a complete different place of the mountain. Finally looking at the toughness of the journey, he quit and gave up climbing . That was all in all a silly experience that he bore,in the end.