התזמורת של מתוק ומר 

 My thoughts were racing and drifting with the wind as the cool night slowly sunk down. But it was the breeze in the air that had drawn me deeper and closer to the forgotten ruins of Dalaran. There in the ruins, Beneath the layers of the bitter smoke, a faint sweet scent climbed up my mask. It intrigued me, fascinated me, I felt as if the piper of Hamelin was luring me in. But alas, to my surprise, an old shaman surprised me with a question:

“Dis is a spesial ciggar. It has cranberries inside. Do yu need want taste?”

His deep heavy voice intrigued me. When I sat down with him in his tiny tent that barely fitted us both, the old shaman handed me a heavy rolled cigar.  

I took the first puff and he looked at me, waiting for a response.
I coughed, he laughed.

“Wat yu say? What does it feel like, what does it taste like?”

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I took a second-deep puff, the smoke-filled me with joy. The feeling was incredible. The smell reminded me of an old book I read and  the memories flushed me with joy and pleasure. But, once my lungs were filled with the bitter smoke, the painful memories of the past came too. I cleared my voice and said: “You know, there was this kid with me in battle, maybe eighteen years old, and,” I chuckled, “He was afraid he would die in battle and miss his chance to bed a woman for the first time.”

The old Shaman laughed and asked, “So what did you tell him?”

“I told him that he shouldn’t worry. That he will not die a virgin, because life fucks everyone to death.” I laid down the cigar, “You see,” I told the old shaman, “life can be beautiful, joyful, magnificent, and magical. It draws the best out of us much like the sweetness of your special cigar, but there are consequences. A puff from your special cigar will follow by a bitter taste of the smoke. This signifies the bitter punishment when someone experiences your cigar.

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So when we get on the rollercoaster of life and get drunk from all the fun and joyful experiences, eventually all that is left waiting for us is a bitter end. Nothing excites anymore. But that is life.
Life is a rollercoaster of bittersweet moments that we must endure and only the strong will survive and live to tell the tale.