Written By Jacob Ibrag
The walls kept changing, directions from others rendered
useless. Try to beat the system, the system adapted and destroyed
you. To settle meant to stay stagnant. To stay stagnant meant to die.
It was no wonder that a shovel was paired up with each wall we passed. If
the walls could talk, I wonder what they would say. I don’t hear a thing, yet
they mock me at every opportunity. It wasn’t all bad, each hall carried riches
which varied in food and treasure. So much of it laid out to waste that it was
simply worthless. Every now and then, I wondered if it was alright to just stay
in one place even if it meant giving up on the future. I had everything I needed
to live, food that wall kept replenishing and clothing a king could wear. Instant
gratification crept into my insides and didn’t want to flee. But, what kind of
life would that be? No, stand up. Keep going. Keep trying. Get out of my mind
and strive! Open your frightened eyes and allow the sun to penetrate routine.
I won’t allow the system to destroy my visions, I won’t enjoy a thing until I
have earned it. As these walls change, I will grow with them. Gratification
galore no more. ‘Hey Chris, are you ready? Rehab starts in
several minutes.’ Yea, I’m ready. Let’s do this.