Prose

Gravity

written by: Ithilgalad

What goes up must come down. And what comes down, at one point, had to go up. And so is life. Our bliss is splattered with blood, our joy burdened with despair. Our dead of night is broken by rays of hope, only to be lost once again in the suffocating shadows of the world. Our cycle of damnation, we have no choice but to let life run its course. For in the end, there are only two types of people; those who succeed, and those who don't. What we must succeed at in order to find life's fufillment, depends on the soul seeking it. But whatever it is, you shall either pass, or you shall fail.
For what goes up, doesn't necessarily always come down. And what comes down, didn't necessarily ever go up. But regardless of the past, inevitably, it is only the end result that matters.

Will you succeed
or
Will you fail
?