One Thousand Word Challenge 44: Amazing Thing

Alright, so there I was, trying to find myself in the most useless of ways when the most amazing thing that ever happened happened. I was the only one there to be able to bear witness to the event, which is most unfortunate, let me tell you. However, at least there was someone who bore witness.

Of course, how could I resist the event and not follow it to wherever it would lead?

And so I was entranced and carried off into the world at large and it was up to me to tackle with the meaning and implicit description of whatever it was that I was just so fortunate enough to be able to witness and eventually be a part of. This was no easy task, but it was up to me and it being up to me mean that it would be me who would need to grapple and tackle and do all of the things in order to make sure that whatever it was that needed to result from the spectacle was realised in some way.

Unfortunately I of course had no ability to carry it through and see it to its conclusion, but the amazing happening far more amazing than any other amazing thing ever lacked the awareness of this as it was an event and not an organism.

And in so my state of wonder and inability to react against the spectacle, I followed it off to wherever it would lead and further into the wilderness it seemed to go, but not in a way that led to me being lost, for I was able to return with ease and returning form somewhere with ease is a good thing. Sometimes it can be good to have a challenge, but so long as there is a way to return, then you’re golden, as far as I’m aware. However, it’s probably better to be human, all things considered. Now, where was I?

Oh, right; the event. So it was an event and it was happening in front of me and it was amazing. It was far more amazing and wonderful than anything else that the world had bore witness to and I was entranced and carried along for the ride. It was a ride that one might not describe as being wild, but it still was a ride that was good to be riding on, or so they say, or something to similar effect. It was just amazing.

And once it was done I seemed to have been broken out of its spell and I knew immediately as to what I had to do next in my life to be able to express the event, the happening in terms that would mean that other people would be able to understand and thus be able to be aware of what it was that they missed out on.

I headed out of the area of which I was in. It was a thick wilderness firmly entrenched within the bushland of the area that I just so happened to be in. It was an easy walk out, for the path ahead remained clear, though the eventual ascension back to the top of a ridge was not a pleasant experience. Still, I managed to get out in one piece and being out in one piece was a good thing. It was also good exercise. There was a beautiful view where I was – well, at the top of the ridge that is – and the sounds of the animals going about their business filtered through the thick ocean of trees that spread out to either side of my being.

Expanses upon expanses and the air smelling much cleaner than usual; it truly was great, and once at the top of the ridge the pace was much faster as I was no longer continuously moving in an upwards trajectory. I was moving back to the nearby town so as to be able to head on home via the use of the thing known to many as “public transport”. This was to be my greatest challenge, for I needed to be able to grapple with the time it would take to get to the nearest station of trains that was the nearest to my residence of semi-permanency, and that would take some time and thus leave me to my thoughts and aimless wander within the recesses of my mind. This was something that I had hoped I would be able to avoid, but sometimes you can’t avoid those things and of course there was waiting at the first station of trains, which meant that slowly, yet surely my mind wandered elsewhere and the event was placed in context.

By the time I had reached my home I was tired and needed to rest. It was time to take it easy and slow down and rest my mind and rest my body so that the following day I would be able to do it all again. The unfortunate loss is that no longer was I able to claim that the event was as amazing as I had thought it was initially, though to me it remained as such. It was now something a little more personal; not something to be approached with a fervour far greater than necessary. I couldn’t claim it as my own, but as it was now a memory that I was able to cherish I was able to say that it was part of my being and the sum of experience that helped shaped me as a person.

Of course this too was lost to the vagaries of time as I slowly drifted off to a sleep of which too was also my own; at least until morning when I would wake up and get up and try and go through all of this once more time, though perhaps in a different fashion and in a different location to the one that I had been to when I experienced the amazing event.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 12:05:55

I think that this has some sort of potential to be fleshed out into something bigger and more interesting. I think there’s quite a bit of trying to fill space which is bad, but I do like how some of the sentences came out. I think that the idea that came forward is worth exploring, but by someone with a stronger writing ability.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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