Two Paths - The Climb to a Better Life

This is a story about two young kids coming to the Seafield house trying to beat some bids.. The first guy is wild and loose and out of control, Camoflauging a heart that is black as coal; Faking the system and himself pretending to be hole. The second guy is quiet and tight, absorbing the message trying to get things right He see's the error of his ways and doesn't want to live out life like a junkie for the rest of his days One by one, the first guy see's he's a jack of all trades master of none, finishing his work before it even gets done, Raising his hand in victory like he has just won... He thinks he's winning but he's really lost. Lie cheat and steal, deflecting whats real off his sheild so he don't have to feel. He's a rooking acting like a veteran cause he ain't looking to be a betterman He continues to breeze by, while the second guy continues to struggle and doesn't know why Everytime he try's to take a step foward, an ill wind pushes him back Instead of being open he counters with a verbal attack Singing contracts that will last for days, Getting up in front of the family resiting five better ways it finally hits him... It's about change... But the feeling is uncomfortable different and definetly strange. There is light at the end of the tunnel just right now it feels like he's spiraling down life's depleated funnel If he holds on a little longer ,the funnel will flip, become the mountain he needed to climb to make himself stronger So That's what he continues to do, climb that mountain and each day he gets a little higher While the first guy continues to be a liar, Telling people he's been through the valley of death on his climb, and a better life is what he's looking to find. While the second guy continues to take his time, acting as if, focusing on keeping his head clear, building a foundation for his future he hopes to have in a year.. This started out as a story but has now turned into a narriation. You see the first guy was willing to bet his life on a little relief from his everyday suffocation Now he's six feet underground on permanent vacation.. A Smart man leanrs from his own mistakes But a wise man learns from other peoples mistakes That's what the second guy has learned to do Make his mistakes far and few from watching himself and from me and you Now he's playing his own game and it isn't Russain Roulette, the cards are in his hands even if you try and shuffle the deck. After climbing that mountain and reaching the top, He's got no problem at all throwing the hearts out til he drops The other suits are nice to have but if you don't have any of your heart out on display, who's gonna know anything about you and what keeps you sober for each day? We are all works in progress and we all realize the same things but at different times, But it's up to the individual to decide wether or not it's worth it to die, by playing Russian Roulette suicide with a drug or any kind...