The Village

 

Long ago there stood a village. It was a fairly new village; people gathered together from different places and came together to create it. Structures were built seemingly overnight, and the villagers were working together to learn how to live and provide for themselves. It wasn’t very big, but it was growing.

Not too long after the village started to be built a dark force came after it and it’s people. The people grew fearful of one another. The fish were no longer biting in the river, the crops were dying and created a famine. Families started to leave one by one. Soon there was no one left to care for this village. The land grew wild again, and the buildings fell into disrepair. Soon there was no one left to care for this village.

Eventually I happened upon this village. It is such a beautiful place, so much potential. I became the caretaker. I started to repair the buildings when I could. I cleared the weeds and planted seeds with the hope that in the future it will yield plentiful crops. It’s still pretty slow going. I don’t receive much help. Every once in awhile someone comes along and lends a hand. We make some progress but then they always must leave to continue on their journeys. Sometimes the progress we made falls back into disrepair. There’s just so much to work on, it’s impossible for one, or even two people to do it all.

It's been years now. My spirit grows weary. Sometimes I am able to make some headway into bringing this village into what it could be. I see glimmers of it, it’s beautiful. However, I can no longer keep at it with the same momentum I did in the beginning. Exhaustion overcomes me and is hard to keep at bay. Some day I hope to see what this village will turn into, but I fear I won’t live long enough to see its full potential realized.