He was yet ever so young; The Disciple, when the elders choose him. Everyone he ever met doubted him, he always tried so very hard, if only to stand in the face of their adversity, he didn't need to laugh for it wasn't the joke he wanted to tell, he didn't need to say a word, only pick himself up and move on.

The Disciple is what they heard on the wind, across the town and through the streets, everyone knew but wouldn't believe. So once again it was his job to stand where others would waver.
He had nothing to prove, only a goal in mind, he held no qualms with these people, only hope, in him burning brighter than a thousand suns lies the Spirit of a Lord, the undying passion only present in the mad and inspired.

He will continue to stand, whether it be against foes or his own kin, he has nothing to prove, he has no end to meet, but because of them he has somewhere to be, without them his will would be meek, and without him; little do they see, they would be hopeless, and lost.

We don't always do things to prove a point, we don't always react to others words, but some days, as human as we come, we find ourselves stronger thanks to those we never thought possible, we find will and passion in the most unexpected people.

Sometimes we might even find it in ourselves, if we just sit, and listen.



Enjoy~