Meae Vitae Fuit Mirabile

 Justin Vera April 13, 2018 Creative Writing

Meae Vitae Fuit Mirabile

Omne quod coepit ... A freshman, he had no idea what was in store for him. How could he? Primary had been so ordinary. He associated in routines that were predisposed for him. Yes it was true he was an athlete that had gotten along great with his fellow players, but other than that he had not known true companionship. He lived as a sun, rotating, spinning around in circles just because it was told to do so. His mind was crude and needed molding and sculpting and perfecting. The raw material was there, what was not was the intricate contours that would make him into a sentient being. 

Sequitur... High school. He knew none. The players that had been alongside him had fallen into the murky clutches of drugs and alcohol. An outcast now because he did not fit into the puzzle that produced a blurred image of disease, pain, and immorality. He went through first form not …

What?! This is not how you narrate a story! Especially not mine! So bleak and boring!

I am not here to make it exciting, but to state the facts! You are just a slob in it for laughs!

Don’t hate the player, hate the game dude. Now make way for me to tell the real story!

First form, my man Justin knew some guys and a few girls, he had lost his physique due to recurring injuries, but he was still a charmer. He became the president of his class, boring, his class was the butt of the joke of every home room. Somehow Justin pulled everyone together and made the class a beautiful environment, he got curtains, paint and even painted the chalk board, an ancient writing surface schools used to use before the whiteboard evolved. 

Second form, now things get interesting. All summer long Justin trained in the football field, and he was soon discovered for his hard work and was drafted into the Guatemalan team and played midfield. My man got super jacked running and exercising and soon after Guatemala and Belize had a friendly match. The game was intense and neither side had scored. A free kick was called and everyone rushed to try to score, and as the ball was kicked, my man Justin rushed in to kick but was going to fall short if he didn’t jump so he did and got the ball to go into the right angle of the goal post scoring the necessary goal but sadly he did not fall safely and ended up landing on his ankle, breaking it and having to prematurely give up the match. So most of second form he had to be with crutches and a cast. 

Third form came and so did Justin. He had gained considerable weight and had lost his right foots kicking power, not a problem he was left footed anyway. So rehabilitation was intense but not impossible and Justin ended up landing a spot with an orange walk team and began playing with them during the summer and won may accolades along with them. 

Fourth form, here is where things went down for the dude. The field in Mount Carmel had been fixed and his friends wanted to use it for the first time, little did he know it would be his last. He broke his left leg and now retired from his short career as a soccer player. He did however begin a career in stand-up comedy and writing. Also he started a band that premiered on parent’s night, THAT WAS AWESOME MAN! Those dudes rocked! Even though they used cardboard cutout guitars, the fireworks were 100% real and so awesome! 

What do you think dude?

It does sound fascinating, but you left out his gloomy intervals.

Dude you don’t say that

I disagree, if not he appears as a deity and not as a mortal.

What kind of mortal breaks his leg twice?

That’s not what I mean, he does not only need physical growth but also mental.

So what are we?

What do you mean?

We are signs of his mind’s complexity, he can create fictional beings that can perceive his and our own world!