Endeavor

On my bed, I sit.

I sit there and think.

I think hard, but the thoughts move away.

The cutie mark upon my flank has lost meaning to me. I remember why it's there, I just don't care. I don't care for what I used to be and I've become an outcast. Nopony's fault but my own. As time passed I lost the motivation and the interests I once had. I used to want to soar through the skies and conquer the clouds above, bringing with me a thousand other ponies to all follow behind. Now, I live the life of a grounder, in a house, somewhere on the outskirts of a town I can't remember. The ponies I've met in life have all come and gone, never to be heard from again.

I look out of the bedroom window from where I sit and I see a blue sky, Celestia's sun peeking at high noon up above. I cast my gaze towards the town and the townsfolk that make their usual routine trip around the town. The baker goes to the library; the lyre pony plays a concert for the foals; the grey pegasus goes to his workshop, grumpy as usual; the red unicorn goes shopping and the flute player makes her way to Canterlot. Just the usual things I've noticed and picked up on as routine for these ponies. Not much else I'd like to do these days and time enjoyed wasting away isn't necessarily wasted time.

Leaning forward, letting all four hooves touch the floor, I get up from my bed. I head downstairs to check the kitchen for something to eat. I don't keep track of when I go out to get food, I just go out to fetch some resources when it looks like I'm running low. My living has come down to relying upon the savings I made before I happened upon this predicament. To another, this would feel like a vacation from a busy life, but to me it is just a deep pit I've found myself stuck in. I've made attempts to clamber out of this mess but I never got far.

I gather together some vegetables and open the one bag of bread I have left and put together a tomato and lettuce sandwich. Not too shabby. Eating it, I'm temporarily relieved of hunger.

I look around the kitchen for my monkey hat and after having found it upon the kitchen door, I place it upon my head, hopes set on that it magically helps me to come up with an idea on how to spend my day. I pace around the kitchen, thinking and waiting as nothing comes to mind. I take it off and place it on the work-surface, looking back at it with it's beady eyes of wisdom glistening in the sunlight that makes it past the kitchen window's blinds. It then slips off of the work-surface as I placed it too near the edge, so I pick it back up again and place it on the hook upon the door.

Exiting the house soon after, I close the door behind me and look towards the town with tired eyes. I stretch out my wings, roll my shoulders and rub my eyes with a fore-hoof, getting the sleep out of them. I begin making way down the long-forgotten dirt path that had once led other ponies to my abode as I head towards the town.