“Realism is the murderer of Legacy“
You and a crowd of your peers wait excitedly in an open field
Surrounded by forests and mountains
Each second anxiously gives way to the next
Every moment in time promises evolution
There’s a warm buzz in the air and you can reach out and touch happiness
Gravity is loosening its careful grasp
The warm buzz crescendos to a triumphant fanfare as you’re lifted above the trees and the mountains and you’re acquainted with the clouds!
You’re higher now than you’ve ever been before
The crowd of once celebratory peers, however
Stops short as the lights in their eyes burn sway
They scorn you, from below you they bargain and reason with a concerned facade
What if you were to fall?
Should you return to earth, to what is real?
Realism is the murderer of Legacy.
Legacy is salvation and you’re on your way to meet it.