Metaphors of Pesonalities

Every machine and system has a glorious begining. Paraded around, talked about, and glorified. But its slow and seemingly invisible decay starts at the very begging. Blemishes are spotted in the systems. Faults are found in the machine. Slowly but surly, every single system falls about, leaving the country to run rampid and anarchy to ensue. Evey machine fails, leaving the user helpless and stranded.

Every mountain has a story. A grand and amazing story. They start as nothing, but do indeed steal the stage with their impressive entrances, leaving the other actor to plot revenge. They seem tall and mighty, but like everything with a start, they end. The rock is worn down by the most inconceivable matter. Water, wind, dust. The combination of the three harmless items can wear the face of a mountain, and crumble it whence it came.

Every start that burns bright, every fire leaping about all are put out. The start burns itself out, like a greedy business man. The fire, consuming everything it can without second thought, starves itself, down the coals who hope for the slightest of wood. They turn grey. Grey and boring like the stormy clouds. Every star, as conceited as they are about their light, loose it all. They fall in a=on themselves, loosing any sign of life.

Every field was once barren, every oak a small sapling. The field was slowly won by perseverance. The oak grew slowly by courage and strength. They overtook their surroundings, they won their boring battles. They help other beings with shelter and food. They are the ones who never fall, they never fail