Reader...As you will know and must now do. I have made my first decision of change to cause joy upon those who I once called servants. Joy, confusion and fear. Alas, fear appeared to be a theme amongst the many, but upon my reassurance they found that they were indeed able to go home amongst their families with pay. A few of these men and women thanked their maker and smiled with faces bright for the first time in my presence. A strange feeling indeed was one that I felt within my own heart. I will not lie to you dear reader. It was distinct and felt like that of watching the ocean, sun and waves. It was as if I were to ride on the backs of a large sea creature with mist from the ocean sprayed upon my face. I shall no longer be their master but count myself as a servant to all. The joy that exists upon those of my family will now rest upon me.
It may be to your surprise as this is again a rare occurrence. However, upon change of thought I have given my butler 3 gold bricks. It was no wonder that upon receiving such a gift he fainted and may have passed from this world if it were not for his own son of whom swiftly caught him upon his bosom. It was within that time that I felt the joy my father, uncle and grandfather must have felt upon giving those around them the gift of blessings they may have never received in this lifetime. I assure you. I intend to level out the playing field so that others may also find some enjoyment in these things, that those down the hill near to me also find great satisfaction in. Nevertheless, in my position and authority with all the blessings in the world I believe I have not found great joy in these blessings as my own Angina Pectoris would not allow for such. And they became like a curse to my soul instead. I know now what I once thought grand was little more then an ailment that strove to take away the treasure that now resides within my own heart. I shall change this little part of the world. Oh, living water and tree representing the sacrifice this wall will fall and instead we shall dine on your treasure and delight in your gifts.
May you truly bless us all...
*Dear reader,
Upon careful consideration and thought I have found my own ways clearly and very obviously quite contrary to what is necessary to the enjoyment of any human being. It has taken much time for such a thought as this to be written upon the very in-folds of this diary, but I digress. It is with great honor and privilege that I have been found wanting, yet now desiring the same experiences of those of my uncle and father and his. It is in my own hopes that upon reading this diary you come upon the same conclusion that I now hold dear. To find this joy not so elusive on this new Christmas Day.
And I abide you adieu*
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
FantasyHis name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a ver...
