Atop a big black mountain I saw a faint light flickering. All around me were darkness I had so much grown accustomed to but that light beckoned me towards it and I just couldn't help but be drawn towards it. With hope anew I set off on a path too dark to show me the way to it. Wished the moon could have been in my favor but there are times in your life when nothing seems right save the darkness which binds you tightly with its sash. However, the prospects of bathing in the glory of that tiny light were too strong an urge to resist.
I tarried with my eyes fixed on my destination, I knew that if I only reached there my life would be filled with warmth and that same light would brighten my world too. But the journey was tedious: since I didn't have the direction and the journey was filled with uncertainties yet I chose to travel all along. My heart thumped louder than the tap dancers feet and every senses pricked open for any untoward happenings. The darkness had blinded me so much that I had completely forgotten that what I was going in search for didn't belong to me. I realized mid-way that I was being selfish by thinking of owning that light. I stopped in my tracks but when I glanced back to the space I had before I started, I saw nothing but darkness as thick as tar and then I looked ahead and saw the flickering light in the distance. Any sensible Human would definitely opt for the latter and I was no different, I chose to tarry on.
I stumbled, scrapped my knees but each time I fell down my determination to reach that light grew stronger. It awed me, it inspired me, it gave me the motivation to do what I had never done before- ask for something that was not mine. There was shame in my heart but I put the veil of hope of good things on it so that my heart would not waver. I trudged on not knowing that the beautiful light which emanated hope of light and warmth would betray me after all the stumbling and hurting myself.
After a long struggle I finally clambered onto the ledge were the light stood flickering. It was the most heart-warming thing my eyes had ever set their gaze on, a shiver ran down my spine. I steadied my gaze and stretched my hand to take it in my stride. My hands quivered like a habitual drunkard's hands but my hands were all I had to nullify the chasm between all the aspirations I had set off with and that heavenly light lighting that dark mountain, I had often called my house. But as soon as I touched the light, from a region unknown blew a cold wind and with a huff put it off. Everything turned dark and black like it used to be before I set off on that journey. I had nothing to take on my way back save the wounds from that journey towards that light which was never meant to be mine
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