Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 351

screamed! ‘Who needs advice? Stay on the rocky path when you have a smooth one? I don't think so! I
make my way in, and I'll find my way out!’ Promptly, without a second of hesitation, I dashed to the
desirable path like an arrow and hurtled through it…
Yes, I rushed through my way, but I did not know it would be an interminable one. I set off with
enthusiasm, then persistence, and buoyancy, but soon, it was altered to suspicion and anxiety. The path was
longer than anyone would have expected. It was ceaseless and going beyond infinity. I dare not imagine
how many days I was stuck there, but I was certain of one thing, that the path I had was way extensive than
the rocky one, and that I would never get to the wooden house on time.
‘Three thousand and one, three thousand and two, three thousand and…’ Everything has been erased, and
my eternal life lies in this world forever, counting pebbles every day. Nothing in the ‘real world’ exists
anymore, things have been obliterated, things have vanished. Thanks to me. Guilt floods my entire life.
I have been proven wrong. The power of one may seem to be strong, but the adoption of advice is the true
element, determine whether of not success can be obtained.