Time vs. Man
The battle is fought here and now.
I do not fear death. So what? I fear life more—much more. Long ago, when I wasn’t mentally well, my mind had shattered, and my own sense of greatness blinded me so completely that I couldn’t find a way out of my problems. The ones between my ears. And no one could have guessed the battle I was fighting. Of course not—on the outside, everything looked fine. A fancy car, youth and the arrogant confidence it brings (well-acted at least, along with a childish and wondrous belief that I was destined for greatness, and a longing for recognition and attention that would finally be fulfilled). I had my own apartment downtown, plenty of extra money, and time to train—I looked good and smelled expensive. Then things changed. Time passed, and I eventually hit a wall—so hard that the pain forced me to stop. I chose a different path. A long journey began.
And now that my mind is sound, my soul somewhat patched up, and my heart facing the right way, the problems and challenges come from the outside. Bankruptcy, debt collection, and payday loans—just for starters—send my cortisol levels through the roof. My mind is clear, but that doesn’t erase the fact that aging has brought its share of physical injuries and limitations. Loved ones have drifted away, each for their own reasons—some far, and some for reasons best left unspoken.
And yes, I see where this path leads. In the end, everything crumbles. Thoughts in the brain, and everything physical, including the body that surrounds it. Thankfully, death comes—and saves.
