A white horse, as pure as the heavens, as majestic as the Angels, as beautiful as the sun, as natural as life, trots down the road, its eyes both lifeless and vivacious at the same time. 

But behold its rider, for it is he who you should watch, not the beautiful mare he’s riding, but rather the bleak figure on its back, the less attractive, yet always present being. 

A faceless man, clad in dark robes, surrounded by a sinister aura of malice, taking the trail of pain, the trail of blood and bones, the trail of battles past, the trail of sorrow and happiness, he is not someone normal people should trust. 

The trail which leads to a brighter future, a better life, a new hope, fit for anyone who dares to cross the pits of hell, who is ready to sacrifice everything. 

This trail is not fit for many but for those who are ready to take it, it’ll be a simple walk, enjoying the best pleasures in life without restraints and dread. 

But for those who fear it, who disgust it, who see it as the terrible path it is, who see the reality of it, for those the path will never be pleasant, never be fulfilling, never be a home. 

People! Behold the rider, who rides the path effortlessly, fearlessly … accepting it wholeheartedly, ignoring its hideous truth. 

Accept the path and you’ll find fulfilment. Take the path and everyone will judge you for finding it, the thing that they all will never attain, that they all hope to attain, that they all could attain. 

They will mourn for you, curse you, love you, blame you, thank you and even hate you. 

All of it just because you could take the path they couldn’t. 

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You will encounter many hardships and difficulties but they are fertile, even if your friends, family and even loved ones tell you that it is futile. 

But taking this path leads to greatness, to eternal recognition. But don’t expect it in your life. Expect it after death, in eternity. 

Behold the rider whose eyes were but hollow craters of previous dreams, occupied by doubts and hopelessness. 

People who have nothing to lose or persuade themselves that they have nothing to lose, discarding all previous boundaries, all previous obligations, are the ones who the path attracts in a mysterious way. 

Those people’s eyes … are solely focused on the path. 

Eyes, deprived of light, shine the brightest when infused with it. But who in this cursed, horrible world provides the light? 

It is yourself who has to do it. 

You are the one who can change it, the future. No one else will be as gracious as yourself for you. 

But behold the rider. He who judges. He who decides. It is him most people fear for he unravels their secrets, their darkest desires and appraises them and sometimes, in the worst situation, unveils them to the world, tarnishing you forever. 

Many could take the devious path but most fear the rider who follows them along, who leads them, who is constantly by their side, in their thoughts, always influencing their actions, both to the worst and to the best.

Behold the rider! Fear him! Respect him! But always welcome him. For he is the beginning and the end, the beauty and the hideousness of the world, the right and the wrong, the joy and the sorrow. 

Behold the bleak rider on his white horse and face his grace when you enter the afterlife. 

Behold the rider whose name strikes fear into those unwilling to follow him.

Behold the rider who is the beginning and the end of the path, the alpha and the omega of life. 

Behold he, whose name is dreaded by all.

Behold he who summoned the rider, for he forsake his life permanently.

Behold the rider who waits at the end of the path to greatness.

Because at the end, only the rider will meet you. Everyone else will have perished.

The one who accompanied you throughout your life, helped and stopped you from doing dumb things, the one who had always gnawed at your sanity, the one who remains beyond the point where your crumbled bones fly as dust in the wind towards new adventures.

At the end of your path, death awaits your embrace.

The path to greatness, a path filled with death, entices you to accept Death’s embrace.

The path which has given you everything … 

The path which has taken everything from you …

Is Death itself