The Journey of the One

The Champion She marches confidently where angels fear to tread. She's no angel and doesn't claim to be. Listening only to her heart's desires, never to be caught up with the hassles of right and wrong, logic and reason. She doesn't want to be a part of the rat race. That's for the lesser mortals to indulge in, she quips. Confidence is her forte and she can prove that the sun rises in the west even to the strongest naysayer. She wants simple things in life, never to be caught up with the wants of others around her. She's a child inside, that always wants the shinier ball that lies in the shelf. She wants it only until she has it in her hand, at which point, she concedes that she wanted the one next to that... This process goes on and on until the person on the other end of the counter loses his patience. But it's so hard to say no to her, when she looks expectantly at you with those pretty big eyes... She is a bundle of energy, a beacon of...

There was an insecurity that followed her. It thrived in the shadows, only emerging when there wasn't anyone around. She didn't mind her time alone; these were the times she felt at one with herself. The world was always going to be the easier battle to conquer, when compared to her own mind. She juggled between people to entertain her, to humour her, to curb her loneliness. She fed off of other people's overt awe of her. She could see it in their eyes, and she knew she held their attention. She had to bat her eyelids just the right way. Pose with her head tilting to her side, enough to spark a wildfire amongst the people around. There were many that came into her life, vowed by her beauty. Add to that her wit and charm, and it made her a heady irresistible cocktail for all seasons. Everyone that came into her life expected a larger than life persona, a superstar image that she carried forth to transcend into her personal life as well. But she was far from it. S...