11-20-2015, 02:03 PM
As far as Hurricane is concerned, there is always a choice. The real question is, can you live with your choice? All of his choices have led him to where he is now, have brought him to this point in time. It is true, not all of them had been good choices. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, as they say. But he cannot regret his choices. They had brought consequences, ones he lives with now, will always live with. But they had been his choices. Just as this stallion would choose his own path, whether he saw it as a choice or not.
It is always easier to travel down the path of least resistance though. Of least pain and heartache. But it is still a choice.
For some, this might make them bitter, or angry. For some, it might even make them happy. It had simply made Hurricane hard. Unrelenting and unforgiving in a way few are. Even he can recognize the fallibility of this outcome. But he cannot blame fate for this, or destiny, or the gods, or any number of things he might find to blame. It had all been him. His decisions.
He wouldn’t change it though.
Hurricane stares at the blind man for a long moment after he speaks, flinty eyes considering. When he finally does speak, it is in an almost off-handed manner.
”You are only useless if you believe you are.”
He doesn’t elaborate, does not explain his statement. The man would understand, or he wouldn’t. He is not a babysitter, will not coddle his men. If they wish to be something, they must make something of themselves. Just as he had.
”Come, I will show you the way. The decision to stay or go is yours.”
It is always easier to travel down the path of least resistance though. Of least pain and heartache. But it is still a choice.
For some, this might make them bitter, or angry. For some, it might even make them happy. It had simply made Hurricane hard. Unrelenting and unforgiving in a way few are. Even he can recognize the fallibility of this outcome. But he cannot blame fate for this, or destiny, or the gods, or any number of things he might find to blame. It had all been him. His decisions.
He wouldn’t change it though.
Hurricane stares at the blind man for a long moment after he speaks, flinty eyes considering. When he finally does speak, it is in an almost off-handed manner.
”You are only useless if you believe you are.”
He doesn’t elaborate, does not explain his statement. The man would understand, or he wouldn’t. He is not a babysitter, will not coddle his men. If they wish to be something, they must make something of themselves. Just as he had.
”Come, I will show you the way. The decision to stay or go is yours.”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
I will get a post up for you in the Tundra shortly
