Clarity

He froze with the realisation that this was his fault. He frantically tried to remember a time that he could call happy. When he realised with a resounding misery that one couldn’t be summoned, he searched for the feeling of freedom but fell just as short with that one.

How did it get to this?

Memories of late nights at the office piled upon each other along with thoughts of all the times he said yes when he wanted to say no. Deadlines, people pleasing ..... it had all contributed to where he now stood. An unsatisfied stranger in his own life.

He summoned up a forceful will to think of a solution to this mess. None sprang to mind. A sinking feeling settled around him bearing weight on his already slumped shoulders and feeling like it was knocking the air out of his lungs.

This would take time. Time and effort to turn this around. A lot of both.

He drew in a deep breath and with it came another sensation. A gentle but sturdy clarity. A deep knowing that he would not let it all end as it is.

He didn’t yet know where or even how to start. But he did know without a trace of doubt That he would do whatever it takes to create a different reality.