As I neared the end of my journey through the lord of the flies, I felt a panic, an intensity, a fear for a life, tortured by fate, hunted by once innocent children just like himself. As his life flashed before his eyes, suddenly there was a calm as hope shone overhead as rescue, his suffering screeching to a halt as quickly as it had begun. As he lay there weeping at his saviors feet, I felt a sadness envelope me, a reality so real sunk deep and I thought about life. How circumstances stand like a line as thin as thread between good and evil. How only a relative veil separates sanity and madness. I pondered the superficial nature of our so called “morals”. I realized that we never truly know what we’re capable of, until the fear stares us down point blank, like a gun to the head.
Inspiration; Lord of the Flies, a novel by William Golding