ZoeySusyn
An animal adapts to its environment.
I adapted much like an animal to my environment. I fought my way through the rough times where I felt as if I had no place to call home. I was adapted at healing the wounds that the struggle of everyday brought. I was adapting constantly until I had finally adapted enough that nothing could hurt me.
The plane was hijacked. We were flying over a vast expanse of desert when a cold voice came over the plane's intercom.
"This plane has been hijacked. Nobody move."
The tax revenue was falling drastically, there was nothing more the government could do. There was no income, no source of wealth anywhere. The country had been bled dry.
All around there were people dying, starving and crying. Fighting was now the norm and any sense of humanity had left with the last few coins. It was a strange world to live in.
We rely so heavily on our revenues as a country, that if they were to be taken away, the whole place would cease.
Get up. Get dressed. Survive whatever the day may throw at me.
This is my routine. Mundane and boring, everlasting until the day I die.
Unless of course life gives me a twist in the road.
The woman stamped my parcel, the red pen inking its way over the postage stamp. "1st Class" it read. I sighed deeply, this was it, no turning back now. I handed over the change, it chinked as it passed from my hand to her's. The £4.10, such a small fare for such a big thing.
She turned away and put the parcel on the back shelf of her office, smiling she turned to face me. Handing me my reciept, I glanced down.
"One parcel, small 250grams. To: Address From: Camberley"
I hoped she got it in time. I checked the time 11:11 on the 14th February 2016.
The Valentines Day that falls on a leap year. The small stamped pacel held my future. Plus a £300 engagement ring.
I am hoping that I just finish this with as little damage to others as I can, the whole point of life has seemed to evaded me. I am hoping I arrive at my final destination, wherever or whatever it may be, dead and with good memories left behind to all who knew me. Maybe, I hope, with a message or a lesson people can learn from.
Maybe it's too never lose sight of what you are hoping for.