Herecy Grows From Idleness
It was so solid, so resolute. Adamant. Iron. Brick. It was an immovable force. I could always feel the pressure. I could feel it constantly pushing back on me. It didn’t take much to hold my ground, but I couldn’t advance against it so much as a centimetre. It was as if I was trying to combat a brick wall, locked in a struggle against an implacable building, where victory would bring it crashing down on top of me. A victory I couldn’t survive.
But now the time had come. My time. The time to overcome my greatest test. The time to overcome myself. And so, with one great fluid motion. I pushed back. I pushed up. My legs straightened. And in a moment, I was on my feet. I had won. Victory was mine. Now for lunch.