To prospects of misery

To the prospects of misery, be not discouraged of your journey. There are always the easier, less eventful and less spectacular ways of life.

There are thorns that carve your path forward, dragging behind little remnants of rancid flesh and bloodstained scraps of clothing from those that have also walked this path. Those less fortunate leave behind baths of blood and disfigured skeletons of shamed past.

You might be inclined to be overly vigilant of the circles of vultures and the haunting caw of crows, but pay not exhaustive attention to those that merely wait for your misfortune. Pay mind to disproving them.

At the end of this wretched path of carcasses, dilapidated castles and looming grey skies, what you expect is what you make out of the path. If the path is the journey worth travelling, may you be welcome with gentle, quintessential evanescence in meadows of virility and enigma.

For those that cannot cleanse their hands of wrongdoing, may their paths remain endless and wayfaring. They may never awaken.

But how your path resolves is the product of your mind. Let not the words of a miser dictate your vision.