A sinister voice descended upon the village from dark clouds and ominous uncertainty. the voice said that life is an ever complex challenge, which leads to struggle and weariness;and warned “your bodies will grow heavier and the strain will grow tighter”. Then when you hear the symphony of voices from the dark sky playing tales of fear and pain, sorrow and dread and you can’t get up from your beds, know that you are heading towards the inevitable nothingness.
the village panicked and argued that it must be all true since the voice had come from the heavens.
By the time the voice had finished muttering the words “life is an ever complex challenge” the young king, who didn’t even know it a the time, became resolute in one thing and with the confidence of gods imprinted in his royal blood, said “if life is an ever complex challenge, i am the problem solver”.
years past and the young king throughout all his adventures, experience and colors collected by taking the dreaded challenges head on, understood that the voice which descended upon the village all those yers ago was in fact a voice, not from the sky, rather our minds.
