In the gray sky of moving mist the birds sang merrily for a new day and assurance for their daily bread. The weather was cool on that day. It promised perfection. The sun’s rays, turning from pink to gold, touched the last shreds of mist and scattered them in different directions. With the sun in a blaze of orange, the sky turned incredibly gray and its radiant beauty quickly spread across the city. It was a beautiful morning that promised unbeatable joy for every living creature for the hours to come but it wasn’t so for Cole Raham .
With his image leering back at him from the bathroom mirror he stood with his teacup held in his both hands, taking a absentminded sip every now and then while he eyed his razor defense shaving creams over the rim. Poor Cole, he was thinking he had lost, thought he could never make it. Matter of fact, he had no will to go on living in a world where a lot of cruel and unnecessary suffering is being inflicted. He was done showing tolerance towards his trials. Nothing moved in the room, but the ensuing silence was finally broken when he drained his cup, picked up the shave gel tube and started mixing the contents in the cup he now placed in the bathroom sink.
Loving concern for him was not sufficient source of happiness for him with the kind of unfair treatment life has dished out to him. Looking down at the number of toxic chemicals he intended, to contort, he stood rigid willing himself to calm down. Then drawing a deep shuddering breath that brought hot tears to his eyes he went across the room and opened the door for his brother. Basically, he put his head on his shoulder and cried out his fears and doubt for his future. The brother Ken, consoled him and guided him to where the rest of the family awaited him.
Where are you going, when will you get there, what can you do to bypass the process of preparation you are destined to go through to be what you need to be, how long will it be before the pains and heart aches is over? Still the question: shall I ever get there? The world where a birth of freedom... From all pains awaits you. You are not just a dreamer, you take vital steps and even exceeds your limits to do what’s best. But it’s like seeking an ocean and getting a glass of water. Far from being near the end of your troubles, there is more to the challenges you have been rising to, it leads inescapably on to yet another bigger one. Well. I will say the opportunity you seek won’t be long in arriving. Tomorrow is determined to make contact with us unless of course we are suddenly cut off. And God forbid! It may gain our lives by stealthy, clad in today’s clothes. By the time we see where is taking us, it is usually too late. Look out today, for tomorrow. And begin looking out for proof that your future is much nearer and brighter than you think. Change the way you deal with the world. Suicide ain’t the way out of your dark corridors but the beginning of hell on earth.