Another dreary day… It was just like yesterday, or the day before. The sun shining down on us, bringing upon us the blessings of the land, which we would reap in order to live another year.
‘Tis all that ever occurred, nothing more, nothing less. I, born the son of a farmer, work on the fields day after day, labouring away forever. But I had no qualms, this was my own life, and I liked the stability I had. It’s just that sometimes, there are those rainy days, where, with no hard labour to keep my thoughts away, my mind starts to prowl, to crawl in search of myself. Those days were unbearable: unbelievable, my thoughts would be. But it’s all good, with the hard labour to keep my thoughts away, I could avoid the painful thinking, I would just have to mindlessly strike at the fields, tend to the plants, nothing else, just continue, watering, watching over, then the end of another day would arrive. That was all, nothing more, nothing less.
Recently, I had found it harder to ignore, the gnawing thoughts, pushing and pulling, repeatedly making it’s marks on my consciousness.
“Oh what have I done? What have I done to advent such thoughts, such nightmares, upon myself. Is it a fantasy? It must be, for nothing could ever be true. Maybe being lonesome was bringing upon these thoughts. I should find a lass and get myself hitched sooner or later.”
My parents must be waiting for me. They’re so lazy, not even willing to work, just spending everyday in the house, lying there. What they’re doing, I’m not sure. Well, it’s not as if it would change anything. My everyday life continued as usual, plowing, tending, harvesting, a never-ending cycle that would only ever be interrupted by those hateful bouts of rain. Stopping the cycle, they were truly unforgivable. I walked back into my home, to prepare myself for the night. One’s got to rest if they want to work, after all.
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