Suffering
Here he was, not asking for much, but asking for enough. It had been a lifetime since he set about starting his career. But yes, here he was, some 40 years later, just now reaching the end of the beginning. He heard the clack of the clock as it echoed in his ears. Each second ticked by with more urgency than the one prior. It was deafening. It was crushing. It brought to his view the dance of the young and joyful, still full of life. He wanted to murder them all. Perhaps then he would find his place in the world. He would find his meaning. In his mind, he had become an unfathomable monster, preying on the naivety of life’s uninitiated.
