Reflections and Failures

As he stared over the edge into the dark abyss below, no tears ran down his cheeks. He had thought long and hard weighing all the options and in the end, this was the only choice that made sense. It wasn’t the irrational choice of an intoxicated man. He was sober-minded. Through everything, he had touched neither alcohol nor drug.

Once full of joy, the unnamed man had allowed his life to stagnate by simply riding the wave instead of pushing through it. Rather than being captivated by the beauty that surrounded his world, he allowed it to pass by him as though it was just the way things were. And without realizing it, through his stagnation, he was destroying everything around him, alienating those closest.

By the time he came to, it was too late. His world had crumbled around him and he hadn’t even noticed. The once vibrant colors were now dead and gray. Now in a world of ash and soot, there were no pieces to pick up. His reasons to be were all gone. He tried to find them; he tried so hard, but in the end there was nothing left.

The night was quiet and the air was cool, his breath being one of the few things he could see. As the man leaned forward, he made one final reflection on all of his failures before splashing into the depths below.