Fallout Equestria: The Wildest Dreams

Fallout Equestria: Wildest Dreams

Written by: Rocco Rocks

Edited by: Fingusa

What is it that drives us forward when everything is against us. What is it that burns deep inside of somepony that will push them to tackle insurmountable odds, all for the sake of doing the right thing. No matter how flawed, no matter how broken, they will always push forward in hopes of a brighter tomorrow. Whether that tomorrow be a brighter future for everypony or just for a fleeting moment of happiness they may find. We seek out the seemingly unobtainable with our every breath, with our every step and our every dream. Why is it that even through our darkest hours of sadness, we still strive to be something more, love somepony deeper or even help somepony less fortunate than ourselves.

I once asked myself those same questions. What drives me to push forward, what keeps me going in a world that caters to the death of our very existence. Why try so hard just to fall so short. For the longest time those questions went unanswered for me. Almost like the sky's that I never get to see, the answers to such questions seemed almost out of reach for anypony, let alone me.

Born into this cataclysmic world with an inherited sacrifice that I would carry around my neck, weighing me down with it's guilt, made only lighter by the love that it was given with. I spend my days looking for those who have been lost or taken, trying my best to repay the sacrifice that ensured my very existence. A debt that may never be repaid, but it will not be from a lack of trying.

Even though I carry my burdens with me, I too still seek out happiness, even if the odds are slim to none or if it's not my own to cherish. So many of my years have been spent waiting, performing the daily motions, passing the time until the day would come that I would be reunited with my own happiness. Even though so many times I had lost hope, I still managed to find my way in this world, seeking out something more, something better.

Those who I have met that have been once lost, somehow found a way back home. Those who I have met that were once taken, their innocence lost forever to the ways of the wasteland, somehow regained their happiness. Those who I have met along the way, seeing their hardships unfold like the pages of a book, still held onto hope. Seemingly psychotic in their very action, ponies will always be ponies, they will always hold onto hope, no matter the odds.

As sure as everypony breathe, their hearts beat to the rhythm of survival. Not just for their very existence, but for the fleeting moments of happiness that it can bring. Like a brief taste of what could be, what should be, it drives us forward, it heals our wounds and gives us the courage to face the impossible. Even when the whole world tries to destroy our very existence, we will always seek out our wildest dreams.