Inspired by The Old Man and the Sea.
The moment in time were shining looks at flurry heart, but what really going on beneath those light blue eyes?

_{this was made for the "Shining Armor is a Terrible Dad" contest [found here]}

mares, MARES, M A R E S, twilight can't get enough of them, but wait, where's the stallions? wait where's the mares?

You know that feeling, when you look around you and feel like people are always choosing everything evil. My whole life I've seen the terrible things that ponies have done. My mom always told me to stay true to who I was, when I see all the ponies around me hurt each other with their hooves or words, it's so hard to do that. In my head I can't comprehend why or how these ponies could choose bad, shouldn't it be obvious that bad is bad, evil is evil, and that we should be good? Is it just the nature of ponies around me or is there something else? Maybe a nurturing force?

I just want to be good.

I just want to be happy

_{Then why is it so hard.}