The Seven Simple Complicated Impossible Things to Achieve
After I passed through the security line I waited patiently to board the plane. "So you're just goanna walk away is that it?" A voice said from behind, I turned around to face Stewie, who had obviously snuck through security and followed me there. "I'm not walking away" I answered, "I'm just-" Stewie shook his head and laughed cutting me off, "Leaving...again. When are you ever going to learn that it's hopeless Brian? You are doomed to roam the world alone, forever. It's just how things are." I refused to believe it, although in many ways I knew he was right. "It's complicated Stewie" I continued as I pulled out the speech and read it to myself, "What is that?" Stewie asked curiously trying to get me to talk. "It's none of your damn business what it is" I barked annoyingly, "its personal." Stewie rolled his eyes and snatched the speech from my hands and began reading it aloud...
I didn't know Dad very well. But from what I could tell he was a great guy. I remember when I was kid Dad told me something very important just before he left for good. He said that there are seven things, seven impossible things that we try to achieve in life. They are simple and complicated at the same time.
The first is Love- Difficult to find and once found even harder to keep
The second if Family- Sometimes you hate them, you say things you don't mean and things that you do. You have to do your best to keep Family together if Love is to ever have a chance at all
The third is Responsibility- Taking care of others is essential but always remember to do things for yourself. It is your obligation to see to it that you are happy, so that you can make others happy.
The fourth and fifth are Vices and Virtues- Recognizing your weak and strong points is a long and perilous journey often taking you places that you don't want to go. This road is full of many dangers but if you overcome them you will reach enlightenment and move on to the sixth.
The sixth is Faith- Discovering your personal beliefs in something and throwing yourself in it wholeheartedly, reflecting your ideals into your actions, your belief into your words and your life into your faith. Faith, is also believing that you can do anything that you set your mind to.
The seventh is Acceptance- This you will never be able to achieve but it's nice to strive for.
Dad called these things the Seven Simple Complicated Impossible Things to Achieve. I'd to think that one day I could make such a journey, but I will never know, for I am alone and Dad always told me that the best journeys are those taken in the company of others.
"So that's what you're doing" Stewie said in understanding as he stopped reading, "The bullshit journey of self discovery thing! You already have all of those things Brian." I wished that I could get him to understand, for him to be in my position, for it was true most of the Seven I did already have, the Vices and Virtues part I'm still working on, but everything else I had, it just wasn't the kind of things that I wanted.
I had Love, but it wasn't physical or intimate. I had Family, but they weren't mine, I was merely an additional asset, nothing more than an accessory in many ways. Responsibility was another one that I constantly fucked up with, I had no stable job, was at the time taking as many drugs as I could and also throwing myself around on every woman I could find in an effort to find Love. As for Faith, well I believed in nothing. Acceptance came with the Family.
The Seven Simple Complicated Impossible Things to Achieve have been my goal ever since Dad told them to me. So far, despite everything that I've been through, I didn't have a single one.
Stewie continued yelling at me but I didn't hear a word he said for I was too lost in myself. "Did you hear what I just said?" Stewie asked, "No" I answered bringing myself out, "What was it?" Stewie slapped me in the face, this time drawing blood, before he ripped my collar off and grabbed my neck pulling in towards his face, "Choose Brian, me or you!" I was confused as to what he was talking about, until I saw him point a gun to his head. "Stewie what the fuck are you doing?" I screamed as I tried to break free of his grip but he only squeezed harder, slowly cutting off my air supply. "You or me!" Stewie repeated, his eyes crazed as he pulled back on the hammer and gently placed his finger on the trigger, "You or me!"