Short Story
number 2: Inspired by
the song «Song of good hope» by Glen Hansard from the solo album Rhythm and Repose.
The rain was falling heavily and strong gusts of wind murmured loudly on
the roof. As he stared at the window he could clearly see the falling raindrops
sliding down the window glass. He moved closer and positioned his head closer
to the glass. He was able to see that each drop followed its own erratic path through
the watery maze. Through twists and turns each drop found its way. Sometimes
these watery paths ended up connected, but other times, the paths diverted,
following different directions. But one thing was sure. Each raindrop fulfilled
the same destination, which, was converging together, to be part of greater
whole. «It’s funny how nature replicates life. », he thought.
He moved his eyes away from the
window glass and focused his attention on the empty street below. The desolated
street mirrored the state of his own live. He felt like he was now standing in
a desert crossroad with no signs to point him the right direction. He, that
never refused to courageously face the hardships of life, by hiding behind the
golden shield of myths, beliefs or superstitions, was now giving in, to this
only human need, of holding on to something that would infuse some hope in his
tormented soul. Silent tears streamed down on his face and pressure built up on
his chest like he was about to explode. He took a deep breath and quickly
pulled himself together. After all, he was always perceived as a pillar of
strength to those around him and the fear of letting them down, by showing them
his fragility, tore him apart.
A solitary car passing by on the
empty street captured his attention and dragged him back to the present moment.
Life was once again putting him to the test, but like many other men and women
out there, he must surrender to the evidences that the burden was too great for
him to bear. Maybe it was time that he swallowed his pride, reached for help
and learned to trust the ones that care about him. He must not be afraid to
unveil his fears and bare his soul before them, for he knows that he was not
alone in the coming struggle. That thought alone relieved him from the pressure
that had been building inside his chest and he recognized that physical
reaction, as a sign from the universe showing him, that the path he had chosen
was the right one.
Before he left the room, he looked through
the window, one more time, and realized that the rain had stopped and the sun
was beginning to shine again. The hesitant sunbeams stroke his face. The warmth
he instantly felt on his body soothed his wounded spirit and lit inside him the
spark of hope that he badly needed. «If one looked at nature», he thought, « with
the eyes of the soul, it will give us the answers we need to go on living.
Unfortunately, we are all too busy paying attention to insignificant details,
to understand that we are all part of a greater whole, and if we choose to
embrace that fact, we will be one step closer to find ourselves and fulfill our
own destiny. »
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