There once was a man. A man torn within himself. In his heart was a great love for his family, his friends and memories, great memories full of fun and laughter. Yet deep within himself, feeling of hatred brewed. He could not understand where these feelings came from. There had been no great wrong done to this man and no matter what anyone else had done there was no reason for these terrible feelings. It was then he realized that these feelings were not for something done or someone else, but for something that wasn't done and for the one these feelings came from.
The man looked back on his life and yes there were many great things for which he was proud of, but they were all for someone else, he had done nothing. There were no great achievements for him. No events that were made great because he was there. There was nothing. He had wasted his life watching other people do great things and have wonderful experiences, but had never done anything himself. He sat there in great sadness wondering why his life was so empty why God did not give him anything special for others to be proud of him for. Then he remembered that he had many opportunities to do something extraordinary, things that would have made anyone proud to just say that they knew him. So why did he not jump at these opportunities. Because of two simple words. I can't!
By Drayco
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