Choose

As I looked around I saw hundreds of people around me. Of all different nations and races. Some were older and some younger, but they all had one very important thing in common. They had reached a point where they had to choose. Choose what they were going to do, how they were going to live, and who they were going to be. For some the choice was so simple and obvious it was as though they had no choice at all, but for others the choice was not so easy. It brought their whole reality crashing down around them and made them fear the events to come.

For days on end they would go sleepless, lying in bed contemplating what lay ahead. Their energy was significantly diminished and their will to continue was lost. Although all around them they saw the decay of those who chose the wrong path, their fear of change engulfed them and they became the living dead; a piece of the decay around them.

And then there were still others who had learned on their path to this choice a series of lessons that would teach them to understand that there are those who were willing to help. Those, for whom the choice was obvious, who could understand their struggle to choose correctly and assist them in making a better decision. Though these "others" are called proteges and usually carry the glory of changing nations, it is those who teach them, the "helpers" who determine the fate of the world.

-Anonymous