gallarangel

    Not so long ago, there lived a man of unremarkable birth.  He never viewed himself as handsome or particularly outgoing; he let the ways of society pass him by while he pursued his passions—knowledge and creativity.  Hard-working and carving out a life of sufficient financial means, he enjoyed the little things in life that most people took for granted—blue skies, thunderstorms that turned into rainbows, evenings spent in the country stargazing at the field of lights blanketing the night sky—the conventional enjoyments never really brought him much pleasure.    His uniqueness earned him few friends, but they were close