Story of a Mad Man
Once upon a time there was a Mad
Man, wondering across the world with weird smile on his face, singing
dancing as he wanted, mocking the silent walkers along the way who were passing
him like a ghost parade. He was a person that can be easily amused by a piece
of shiny metal or a sweet butterfly or a singing bird on a tree twig, he did
not know that everyone called him a Mad Man on his back, even he would not care
if someone call him a Mad Man on his face, he was just happy to be known
somehow, the acknowledgment assure him that he really exist in this glorious
world, with so much to see so much to know so much stupid little things to do, it’s
like a constant dream with millions of color, every passing face is a new one a
different one so much multiplicity in every corner really interesting.
Once upon a time there were some Sane Men living a sane life marching according to the rules they once
set, despaired hated a Man, a annoyingly happy man, singing and dancing without
any reason, the man with dreamy shining eyes and a face weirdly different from
others with a smile most of the time, the band of sane men called him a Mad Man behind his back, even some of
them called him directly that way but the Mad Man just smiled and nodded his
head and keep on doing his weird wondering, what was he looking for? Why he was
so damn happy all the time? And how can he do those stupid things without
getting something in return? He was a man of many questions, and the answers
were to blurry for the Sane Men to understand, so they hated him, disgusted by
him whenever in the road that man passed right through them they felt awful, alarming,
strange, uncanny it was like a life without any rules without any plans just a
happy life, it was a abomination.
Once upon a time there was a happy land with lots of admirers,
all happy shining faces, enjoying the blue sky with the patches of clouds
running around, deep starry nights with the sound of crickets and some night creatures,
raining was a joyful event in that land, the land was so happy the trees were
more green than now, all things were imperfect wild and happy no rules no plans
no cruelty. But suddenly all thing started to change, there people were
starting to change in a living breathing programmed life forms, nothing they
did without reason or never they smiled without a cause behind. The land became
gloomy, the trees started to lost their colors, all the creatures of night
became quite, somehow the people just covered the starry nights, all little
stupid things were gone, but there still was a man like his elders living a
happy joyful life, doing stupid things, but he was all alone, every one called him
the Mad Man hated him, but he loved
everyone everything around him but that made him vulnerable, defenseless
against all the schemes of reasonable men around him he was a threat to
their world so they conspired against him. One day he just vanished land became
more sad, the only Mad Man was no more in the land those Sane Men smiled at
each other, their smiling faces sickened the land, the land get the point,
somehow all that is left behind did not deserve the Mad Man so it was obvious
that he disappeared, a land without a Mad Man in it is a lifeless patch of soil nothing
more than that.
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