Everyone Bleeds; In Their Own Color

-Of Noble Failures

All under the same stars, three sons were born, taking their first breaths apart yet
together.

The first son was born upon silken cloths and velvet robes. He was beautiful and blessed
with talent equal to heaven.
The second son was born upon caring hands and warm blankets. He was strong and
blessed with talent peerless on the earth.
The third son was born upon shivering fingers and worn-out sheets. He was wretched,
weak, and slow.

Fate was playful and brought them together.

The first son was desired wherever he went and was surely a legend to be remembered
through the ages... yet he envied the passions of others. Each one of his achievements felt
empty without the endeavors.
The second son was relied upon and claimed fame for himself in many crafts... yet he
was envious of those who reached and struggled for the top. Each one of his titles is empty
without the crown.
The last son was hardworking and fought for his place in the world... He wasn't as
blessed as either of them... but he never let anything or anyone stop him from reaching for
heights. Each one of his efforts has born fruit in their own ways.

The last son kept struggling and giving his all. At the end of it all, he noticed something...
He lost himself. He is now an empty shell, left with nothing more than his work and the time
that’s passed him.

Our life’s worth is built upon our actions and their impact in this world… but in our rush to
grow and move forward, we forget to bring ourselves.