Evening, Day, or Night
Ambition. That was the only thing hat kept him alive each day. His struggle to survive, even when all odds were against him. He kept the fire in his heart alive. And it lived... each evening, day, and night.
From the day he was born, luck was against him. Cursed with a physical incapability. He was called a freak by many and a poor child by only some. His early life was ruined by his peers who taunted him, saying he would never fit in. When he was young, he shed tears from only one eye for the pains that built up inside. For from his other eye he would never see the evening, day, or night.
But from his loss, he earned a gift of a different sight. His soul was strong and helped him through all the things in life that turned against him. He held his head high and walked through the storm, never flinching from the pain. His good eye opened wide, taking in the evening, day, and night.
Through every trouble, he never lost his nerve. And from his loss he gained a soul that was stronger than it looked. Everything that was good in his life, no matter how little, always seemed to shine through his smile. But when he closed his one good eye, his other could not see, and he would block out all the joys of the evening, day, and night.