the poet
There once was a hopeful poet who spent his life subconsciously seeking passion and eternal love. His writings reflected in this fundamental belief that life was beautiful as long as there was this deep, meaningful, compassionate love; a love symbolic of a constant fuel that never failed to keep the fire from ever being extinguished. He was constantly consumed with finding this true love; because of this, was anxiously waiting to open his reserved heart. Most of the time the man was lonely. He felt that a person would learn to appreciate certain beauties if that person suffered a period of time without it. He was content with this thinking which pushed his determination to find his ideal love. One day the man decided to travel in search of himself and the world. After years of traveling the man was overwhelmed with the abundant knowledge he discovered about himself and the people he encountered. Mainly, he was discouraged to find that even after hundreds of centuries the human race still has not yet evolved to understand the meaning of his perceived idea of love, so he started to question if his suffering was worth the cause. As time passed he became restless and withdrew from the world, only later to find that he was no better than any of us.
