Every Country (A Poem-Story) -- Why Much Success Could Not Be Enough
Updated: Feb 23
There was once a tyrant,
Desiring to make an entire world his own,
Once a lone pirate,
Now a leader of many a sword.
His armies were elite,
From the skies to the land beneath,
And many of that world's nations have succumbed,
As resistence against his nukes were awfully destroyed, dumped.
One day the tyrant has invited a certain representative,
Of one of the few countries who have yet to become captive;
A certain sage, whose insight has destroyed,
That ruler's ambitions, like a massive asteroid.
Their words were as followed:
For your forces,
Must govern every, single, land, stone and society,
And if you will not,
You will not be an actual world dominator,
No matter how many will see you,
As their true conqueror".
The time has come where,
That world was completely ruled over,
Except for a single, small country,
Ruled by a beautiful regent,
Named Em-Tzent.
She was tall, kind hearted and lean,
And, although simple in personality,
Regardless of the warlord's prowess,
That country somehow remained standing,
And for that, it was truly outstanding.
No matter how many regiments the tyrant sent,
All were defeated,
By the armies of Em-Tzent.
That is because, she was blessed with a divine-like sword mastery,
That has defeated,
Even the enemy's most elite weaponry.
Eventually, within the new Empire,
Rose voices of great desire:
"Stop the war effort!" They said. "We wish for true peace",
And thus, in order to prevent rebellion,
The Emperor has preserved his throne,
And died,
A sad, unsatisfied,
Warrior.
The Pursuit of Perfection: Does "Ideal" Equal Happiness?
Moral of the story: Do we truly need everything to run smoothly in order find genuine satisfaction? Is perfection the sole objective, or is there value in experiences that fall short of it? This is a question for both you and me to ponder on.
Regardless of your stance, the worth of the "ideal outcome" as the only truly effective one, in whatever we do, is worth questioning. After all, we might still find ourselves displeased should we attain the paradise we want. What... what if we are designed to conquer our goals, rather than rest on the spoils of the goals we've already conquered?
What if the whole world isn't enough for our hungry hands? As for myself, I refuse to endure the hell of true satisfaction, when I can still contribute to you.
