My 1% chance..

Redemption is the cost of saving one guilty ancestor.

If there is even a one percent chance, you should stick around and figure out a way to fight,

Yes, I know life is cruel, it breaks you,

but it also lets you win sometimes..

How?

Through an ancestor, through myth, and a minor cycle.

---

---

ANCESTOR

That ancestor of your was a rapist, he built colonies on the way through blood and broken bones, yet without him you the man you are in fight for his life, wouldn’t even be here. If he overthought like you, fought like you, gossiped by the cooler or canteen, and then forgot himself in the shadow of his problems.

But, he looked at the then thousand strong army. And this is where his story truly found life.

---

A myth begins. When a guilty man finds honor.

---

MYTH

If you are here, that means that man ancestor of yours, stood tall and won his way out of a personal valley of death.

What did he do?

He looked them dead in the eye, and said not this day. I will not surrender my conscious. However bloody or guilty it is. I will fight. And he did.

But, what of his raping, looting and murders by the side of a mob?

That is an important question. But, so is the other one.

What of this building, this country and its electrical circuits? Are all these recruits of a fallen man, built of on a bloody compromise, hence the burden you carry mere punishment from the historical protagonist of the universe.

Or is it a blessing, for a collective cry of a common ancestor, who stopped his rape, loot and murder, to do what?

To build.

I suppose sins of the father do weigh heavily on the conscious of a man. Wars and death, a residue of an old world, at least in terms of our historical protagonist.

To him a building was enough to let the man live through when the horde came, to break his first creation. A building. That song bearer of history, your ancestor was now human. To save one’s life was enough.

Whose life did he save? Your historical grandmother.

---

By the river, by a log build around her. And from a roundtable dinner came a country.

---

THE MINOR CYCLE

So, goes the myth. When the first building was completed and signs of a community were in the air, with a log on fire, and a round-table set for dinner. He looked her in the eye, and looked at the shadows surging from the east, to the west, and walked out with his sword. Same bloody sword that has years of pillage, written on it.

Nobody can track what he did. Bar the ballads of heroism, by the time we live. You live. That building has electricity surging through the poles, that is proof enough of his victory. The shadows from the east and the west, were made a graveyard sings one of the songs.

So, comes a country from here. Said another song. It records an event when, a man saw a child sitting hungry. And gave his food box to the poor thing. While thinking, is there something more to be done now?

Yes. But, the answer which comes to him, was this. Life is cruel. It breaks you, and it also lets you win, in the minor cycle.

In the minor cycle, that ancestor, would you help a child on the way to face the shadows coming from the void.

Only if one finds the courage to feel the fear of the void, and build on the good deed of a little sacrifice. In his case was food, and shelter. Maybe, your 1% chance, when you are hoarded with bored existence and banal purpose, will carry you.

So, look at a building, the electricity and minor things of importance, and maybe a common ancestor can be saved of a thousand wounds he received on the way to goodness.

( I recommend looking at that image for a while, but its up to you. See, what kind of hard life questions come out of it? Let me know.)

---

---

If any of you is curious as to how a myth forms, I wrote this a while ago.

Sincerely,

Vimal.