Once upon a nuclear fallout. There seemed to be no existence of man.
Except the 3 Extinct Tribes . They somehow miraculously survived.
Civilization had to start over some kind of way.
The names of the 3Extinct Tribes are
IMGONNA
IMFINNA and
IMBOUTOO.
One day one of the tribe members said I'm gonna build us some
shelter he never did. He said it but never started it. So that tribe
died out do to over exposure of the harsh elements.
As we peer down into the lives of the next tribe. Another member said
to the other I am thirsty. He said I am finna search and dig for a
well. He never did. All he did was sit there and complain about how
thirsty he is. His other tribal members began to say that they were
thirsty. However none of them scratched the surface. No one did
anything to change their circumstances. So they all died of thirst.
The last remaining tribe who notice they were the only salvation of
hope for planet Earth. Said that they are gonna do something.
Something the other tribe never did to prolong their existence. They
never did. Later they said they finna get something to eat. They never
did. They did talk and grumble and moan about them not having. No one
took initiative. One individual seemed to have some concern. Spoke up
about the grave situation they were all facing.
He spoke and spoke till veins bulged out of his head. He said we need
to do something. He then said I'm bout to do something. So he and the
others mumbled and grumbled. Complaining,hating and blaming. Instead
of changing from what they were doing. Instead of creating or claiming
the opportunity to do something. They perished.
In the heart of man once was a quest for fire. Now in mans heart he has lost the fire for quest.
Innovation beats stagnation. Ingenuity is the best formula to continuity.
Written by Antwain Marcy