Belief

If, a year ago, someone had told him, he would be standing here, on the precipice of sanity, surrounded by dilemma… He would have laughed in their face... Time and again, he proudly used to tell everyone that the power of belief would be strong enough to tide anything over… “just believe in yourself” he used to smirk confidently…

And then the penny dropped… and hard.

Now, he had strangers walking up to him and telling him “life is good” “keep the faith” “It’s just a phase”… don’t give up hope! All those phrases he himself had blithely handed out like nuggets of wisdom from a cheap self help book

Is the hopelessness that apparent in his eyes? Can they see the terror, like that of a deer caught in the headlights and unable to move?

How does he tell them..it’s become like trying to climb some malevolent mountain… The treacherous stones giving way whenever he thought he had reached a stable out cropping and could rest…

Finding himself at the bottom, dusty and broken… staring up at the misty heights he’d been trying for so long to attain… Getting up each time had become increasingly difficult… This time, he can’t find the energy…

that final spark of hope has been extinguished..

Will he pick himself up?

Maybe a stranger will come along and guide him…

maybe even join him

Maybe together they will reach the top and discover a beauty undreamed of

Maybe… the grass will be green and the shade cool

The story is yet to play out….