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Dream Beyond Misery

Updated on January 1, 2017
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He is a former journalist who has worked on various community and college publications.

The people of Misery accepted this as being a part of life.Many had stopped questioning the injustice. Many simply coughed and hacked their way through a short bleary life on the dirty streets of Misery.
The people of Misery accepted this as being a part of life.Many had stopped questioning the injustice. Many simply coughed and hacked their way through a short bleary life on the dirty streets of Misery. | Source

On the edge of a town called Prosperity, there was A shanty-town known as Misery. Whereas the good citizens of Prosperity had all they could get from life, the people here had dreams deferred. They lived day-to-day, surviving only on the basic necessities of life.

There was an eternal darkness that enveloped this place.The nearby factories belched heavy black smoke above Misery on a fine spring day. It rained soot and ash on cool winter months.

The people of Misery accepted this as being a part of life.Many had stopped questioning the injustice. Many simply coughed and hacked their way through a short bleary life on the dirty streets of Misery.

Yet, among the masses, one crazy man had a crazy dream. And those dreams were nearly realized one moon-lit night when he started stacking discarded trashcans, crates and boxes in a litter-strewn alley.

It started with little fanfare. One boy happened to look down the alley and saw the crazy man at work. Soon others noticed and a group formed to watch this man build his tower.

“What's that fool doing?” one person asked.

“Maybe finding a way out of Misery!” somebody responded; it was followed by laughter.

Another taunted: “Man, your head loose or something?”

While they laughed and taunted him, the crazy man kept working.

The boy approached the crazy man.

“Hey,” he inquired, “why you doing this?”

The crazy man worked through the mockery of the crowd. They couldn't penetrate the invisible armor he wore.

Finally, the moment came; the crazy man climbed his tower, reaching the top and trying to grab the moon. Then, the tower collapsed.
Finally, the moment came; the crazy man climbed his tower, reaching the top and trying to grab the moon. Then, the tower collapsed. | Source

“Boy, I've always had a dream to capture the moon,” crazy man answered. “And that moon's waiting up there for me to go and bring 'em down.”

The boy stood there, perplexed. He never thought of doing something so dangerous or crazy. Then again, he never dreamed about leaving Misery in any shape, way, or form.

The crazy man worked through the mockery of the crowd. They couldn't penetrate the invisible armor he wore.

The crowd began to realize this: they hushed themselves and watched. Laughter turned to wonder. Maybe the crazy man was onto something. Maybe he was fulfilling their own dormant dreams, not just his own. Their taunts became cheers.

Finally, the moment came; the crazy man climbed his tower, reaching the top and trying to grab the moon. Then, the tower collapsed.

The crowd exploded in laughter. Their previous attitude returned; they left the alley, muttering “fool” as they saw the crazy man recover and begin to rebuild. They had enough of craziness for a night.

Not everyone left. The curious boy remained. He watched this "crazy man" go about his business with a sense of wonderment.Nothing stopped him, the boy realized, not even the stinging commentaries of his peers, or impossibility of his task. To him, the crazy man wasn't crazy at all.

Evently, the boy left, but not empty of thoughts. Something was born within him on that night. Something that would hold true for years to come. This was the night boy had the very real dream of leaving the town known as Misery.

Their previous attitude returned; they left the alley, muttering “fool” as they saw the crazy man recover and begin to rebuild.
Their previous attitude returned; they left the alley, muttering “fool” as they saw the crazy man recover and begin to rebuild. | Source

South African Shanty Town (Misery in real life)

© 2015 Dean Traylor

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