Let me tell you a story:
I saw a boy. He is but a hollow shell, living each day with struggles. His passion and dreams might be pure, but he fails each chance to reach it. Each step he takes forwards takes him back three steps. He sees life run by him, people who come and go, event after event, story of miracles that flow past his ears, but his life is as plain as a blank sheet. You would think he would just fall down and disappear but after all these years, he never lost hope.
You can see in his eyes, the fire is slowly dying. He can no longer see the future,nor he can live in the present...he can only review the past. Each loss hurts more than the last. First was the pin-prick, now it feels like an impalement for life. The sting hurts the more he walks. You can also see in his eyes, the fire refuses to die. Consciousness fights to maintain his pace, his will backs his aching weakened body, his soul fuels his mind.
Is there someone out there that shares his pain? Is there someone who understands him as an individual? The heart to someone who despite his best always falls short of the best?
How can anyone notice the one who fights back the hardest? Can you see the sweat from head? The bruises he carries? The hollowness in his heart eating his soul, the emptiness filling his being?
His arms grows tired, his mind weary, his body dies, his legs fail, his mouth drops, his voice lost in the winds, his will falters, his eyes clouded. Will you stand by him? Will you arrive to clear his doubt? Will you pull him from six feet under to stand among the living? Will you drag him from defeat and drive hope back into his soul? Will you be the one to help him find his vision, to find his path?
Or
Will you strike him down, ending his eternal torment? Will you be the final stroke that will shatter his will, tear his heart apart, and finally crush his eyes? Will you be the one to bury him in his in-competency, to seal his end with his own actions, unforgiving and un-forgetting?
The story cannot end, the boy still walks. He does not want to see the end, nor does he want to know the end, all he wants is to live his best, giving his best. The world will throw everything at him in years to come, but if the boy wants to live past that, he will need to live past today.
Can you be the candle on his life? Like how someone was a candle to your darkness? Like how someone is the candle for the world? Burn in this boy the meaning to live, to live for others, for the struggle to exist never ends, but to exist for others is to exist nonetheless, so ends the never ending cycle.
Courtesy: Shani
