The Idealist A simple man he was, without big ambitions but rigidly holding on to a dream of a simple life on the ladder. People were rushing up the ladder to gain ascend. At the bottom, there were climbers who could not even reach up the length of their height. They were trying hard to move a rung each at a time. He ascended upwards slowly. He came upon climbers who were moving so fast up the ladder. Some were stuck, while some were siderailing down. He is not fired with admiration, since there is nothing great in his eyes. All he wanted was a rung enough to keep the balance: a balance where people do not bother him with public responsibility, and free from donation-seeking organisations. A simple life that is, was supposedly where it is supposed to be, at the middle of the ladder. As he was climbing, he met climbers who were his juniors in college, “How ambitious are these people” he thought, yet he moved on. Unpredictably, he saw inexperienced climbers who had already reached his pace and rocketed upwards. “These climbers must have found an anomaly on the ladder; else there is no way that kind of inexperienced climber can move ahead of me.” Regrettably so, the ladder is not all free from gravity, it can be warped so that the climber with the right resources below can travel up downwards with gravity, an anomaly where the gravititational pull is turned upside down for the recipient. It was so sad that there were so many competitive climbers who would do anything to pull cheaters down but they do not know. He could care no less, because fighting was not his ideal. So the simple climber only concluded that the climb does not start from the ground up, it can also start relatively of his midway. He does not care where it starts, he believes in relativity. He kept slipping but did not stop climbing to hit that perfect spot of a simple life, he also continued to see different kinds of climbers. Some fell down, while some were as expected dragging or pulling others with a little help of resources. Now, some people who have gone down have already catched up with him. Some climbers were right above him from the start, “For some reason, that climber does not want me to go up further above him”. Sometimes, he would slow down and ponder on the climb different people are taking. He examined if this was the definition of the simple life. But with the rapid changing times, he could not cope up with the trends of the ladder time, so he had to move upward. Some climbers had stopped climbing and had settled down, but he thought “This is not the ideal rung to hang on”. He had to continue moving. Eventually, he had come upon climbers who were hanging on the side rails about to fall, he believed it was not his concern: He does not expose himself needlessly to danger, since there are few thing for which he cares sufficiently, “I cannot solve everything”. In the matrix of the climb, he kept seeing climbers he had seen before who were either below him or above him once. He didn’t see them fall or climb past him, where did they come from? How did I miss these people? The inference he hypothesized led him to believe that he was stuck in a fabric of dimensions. He began to doubt the ladder. Considering the anomalies of the ladder, how it could be manipulated by resourceful climbers, and how the gravity could be changed made him aware. The dimension of the ladder was not what he thought it was. The simplicity he believed existed could have been below at the lower section of the ladder, he thought. Or was he still climbing up the ideal below? “Could those steps I slipped before be the anomalies taking me back lower back or up so that I am meeting the same climbers?” However, he stooped not to peek, but continued climbing up the paradox he claimed to have understood.
