The Challenge

The challenge started out simple enough.

I couldn't believe how simple it sounded, just get this one thing done and I would be free.

Released into the world with a fresh face and a new life. Like taking the first bite of an apple, the crunch was all it would take.

I kept going over and over in my head what this simple act entailed me to do. Scrutinizing every dimension, looking for false cracks in the foundations but it seemed there was nothing for me to uncover. It was like looking at a Jackson Pollock painting, simple in all the sense of the world but a jumbled mess at the same time. Maybe I wasn't supposed to see the hidden image.

Maybe what they are giving me, is what I get.

But it can't be that simple, that can't be all there is.

What are they not telling me. Are they giving me the key?

Or are they serving me on a platter to the world.

My head is spinning. With no one and everyone at the same time to trust I did not know where to turn. Which questions were the right questions to ask. Was there any answers, is it all just a test? The gnawing voice in the back of my head wants me to believe in the good of the world. I just need to find it. Find it and I will know all the answers. Or know what this all means.

So they ask me to do this final, simple thing. They tell me only then, will I be free.

The challenge started out simple enough.