As It has been stated by a friend quite dear to my heart; "life can be compared to an ocean." He said no more, and now he is quite gone. Of course, being as I am a memory hog; this phrase had left itself embedded within my very being: subjecting itself to all bitter ends for just the simplest of satisfaction.
At most; I attempt at full contemplation; and the knowledge at the time had little value. I would take it like fools gold; but I knew he had found a gold vein; if not the nugget of a lifetime. I could never have known then what I know now. Chiefly; that all he really meant was for me to save the world.
From what? Surely I have justified your curiosity to this point. Why would you read on be it not as I should think? As I should hope? Will you not humor this old man, who's fingers now crust at the tips, and who's eyes have seen it's age worth of troubles? Indeed, it may not yet have ended. I than shall leave you with one parting remark; and with this shall lay myself to rest.
(That's part of an intro. I want to know if it's a good beginning for a story. The rest of the story shall be added when I can: I have no time now.)
Enjoy if you can. If not; I am terribly sorry you had to read this. A terrible strain; I know (especially if your an old man).
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