“I’m gonna end my life now” the last thought that probably ran through his head. This simple sentence give him more power and control than any thought uptill this point. “I give up” is what he said when his pain grew bigger than the suffering, we all suffer and suffering is the triumph of life, pain is the defeat. He’s been walking alone in the desert towards an oasis he keeps seeing in the distant sands, the oasis is mirage and he may never find it.
He gave up hope and sulked in dispair from the hunger and thirst he’d been feeling for two days, he’d uncap his bottle just to realise he’s run out of water even after knowing deep down thay it’s empty, he’d uncap it and turn it around but no drops would fall.
He kept walking towards the ‘Oasis’. After the third day it wasn’t anymore about finding the oasis as much about finding a tree to lie in it’s shade, that’s what kept him going but he still wanted to believe in the oasis so he kept moving forward in search for a trees which he believed was sign, the ‘Oasis’ was nearby.
Two more days went by and the ‘Oasis was still as distant as it was five days ago, he was staring to feel the pain of hunger on the inside and the wrath of the desert around him, a cool breeze with the smell of water in it flew by and he thought, “that breeze smelt of life” and his faith in the’ Oasis’ was restored. He was still hungry and felt like his bones would suddenly crack with his next step and collapse with the weight of himself but he kept moving forward now chasing the wind in the desert.
In the sixth day of his journey, unable to keep moving forward as now even the trees weren’t showing up or wind wasn’t blowing. He would be there standing, waiting for the breeze to flow and give him hope, but only the sun looked down upon him, silently, screaming, he had found a tree at last.
Sitting in it’s shade, still burning inside from the hunger and thirst, he felt the breeze again and also saw the distant ‘Oasis’ now clearly within his sights and he started to walk again.
On his seventh day still walking away from that last tree, towards the ‘Oasis’ and a question popped in his head “why did I come to this desert?” and he tried to remember the answer he once knew but had now forgotten, he realised he was chasing the ‘Oasis’ and the winds for far too long and he had no way to get his life back. He could just lie there, on the sand, waiting for his body to give up and die or he could keep walking and eventually still die of hunger the next day. He had lost his purpose, not knowing where he was going and what he’d hope to find there, he tried so hard but he just couldn’t remember. That’s when he decided to give up and he drew his dagger and pierced it right through his chest.
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