Protagonist

Cropped, wavey, ash blonde hair blowing in the breeze. The occasional dull ‘caw’ from the seagulls overhead barely making it to the sand below, where he stood watching the waves swallow the setting sun. Casting stones, tracing names in the sand, and feeling the spray from breaking waves, mist upon his bearded face, he rolls his eyes over the magnitude of colour being spilled from the last rays of a dying sun, absorbing the various tints and hues for future inspiration, he whispers one name into the passing wind.

Here sat a man, a kind and misunderstood gentleman, who was as selfless in his willingness to help those he loves, as he was to those he didn’t. That’s not to be saying he hated other folks, it just that he just donated to local charities as willingly as he donated himself for his friends. On occasion, the burden of these sacrifices affected him in ways he didn’t often think about.

The odd, forgotten direct debit here, monthly bank fee on top of that, asshole insurance, just in case he encountered any assholes, and last but not least, the enigmatic hole in the bottom of his pocket, that all his income was mysteriously draining out of…

But like most folks, he keeps his shit to himself and pushes on, not bothering to cry about his problems, when he so willingly gets himself into those positions, if only to help ease the pain and struggle of another. A bit short sighted I know, but he can’t help it. All he knows is, if he can find a way to help, regardless if the cost to himself, he will. He’s struggled, he knows the struggle, and is still struggling. Some people say ‘Look out for number one’ and he is. This is his way of looking out for himself, of looking out for those he cares about and looking after his own soul.

The protagonist doesn’t have a motive, just a simple desire. He doesn’t have a need for material possessions, or fame and riches. He just wants happiness, and happiness for him, is the happiness of others. If you asked him, ‘Why?’, he would simply reply ‘Why not?’ Would you rather live in a world where everyone is out for themselves? Where the value of your social status is worth more to you than the value of your soul? He has stood looking down, to help those on their knees to stand back up. And to him, that’s all the difference in the world.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Caitlin says:

    I love this one, comes true to myself and my heart, well written

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    1. Thank you 🙂 speaks about myself and others I know too 🙂 lots of beautiful people out there 🙂

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      1. Caitlin says:

        It does inspirer others 🙂 and there sure is 🙂

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