....Life Happened
At the end of the day he was back to where he had found himself... Alone. In his 4-ceiling cubbicle seeking equanimity amidst all the ill fate life has thrown at him.
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5years ago, he was the people's man, soul of every rock and life of every party, life was amazingly beautiful. It was a smooth ride until one evening 3days before his 20th birthday he got a call, it was from the Bell-view airlines.
There had been a crash and only one person survived, petrified to the bones wondering could that at least have been mum or dad, they were on some anniversary trip he didn't care cos that meant he had the house to himself and ofcourse stacks of cash for upkeep, I mean more party.
The unfortunate news was further confirmed, the only survivor was a 16year old girl who was belted on the sides close to the exterior cabin.
That was it, the call about the Plane Crash not only crashed the party but his entire life. What a nice plan life had to welcome him to adulthood.
In some hours, the house was filled. Friends, family, well wishers and sympathizers after a few weeks and months everyone pitched back to their tents.
Apparently Life is what happens to you after you’ve made your own plans but this did really hit so hard down to the Achilles. It was after that event he realized what some words like Betrayal, Relatives, Hunger, Bills really meant outside the dictionary definitions.
The good life met the real world, it was pretty much to take in, to adjust from affluence to penury, silver spoons to none at all. From the party host to the one who couldn't afford a bottle of soda or 2 square.
In the search for solace, he found some in his puff and blunts. One, two the worries are gone, three, four they never went away. Slowly losing his mind, he seeks redemption, a succour to extricate him from the quagmire. He didn't ask for this. That call took him by surprise.
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So alone in his four ceiling cubbicle, with narcotics rolled up between his fingers and his aucostic guitar wrapped in his right arm, he cries out. Seeking courage to take his life after the last puff or maybe the sound from his low tuned strings will echo in a Miracle...If any!
Strong words
A single incident, and life happened.
Life is beautiful... Thanks for the message