Slipping through the small cracks of the closed windows, a golden ray finds his way to the slumbering face of this young man. This gentle warm touch wakes him up and, reminds him of the beginning of a new day. A new day, to give it his all.
The young man tries to brush off the blinding shine. He tries and tries as he covers his eyes with his hands. He envelops himself in his blanketa as he finds that every try is a futile attempt to hide away from his reality. A reality not many know.
Giving up he lays down with his arms spread across the bed accepting the new day. He tries to stand up from his bed several times, but each time he is pulled in by the enchantments of his bed. After a minute or so in the fight, he finally stands up.
Looking for balance everywhere close to him he ventures to the bathroom and looks at the mirror.
-“Another day, smile, I’ll do my best”-
He washes his face with cold water and enters the shower. At this very moment his mind is bombarded with the everlasting thoughts he tries to ignore.
-“What should I do today? Will I be fine? What should I breakfast? How will I pay the rent?-
And just like that, endless questions torment his head. He starts breathing deeply to calm down, yet the thoughts don’t disappear. They are persistent. They are maintained. He answers the questions as the come, the best he can. Everything inside him. Imprisoned by his own tormented mind.
Yet he fights the inner shackles that bound him every time.. The thoughts are still there, but he is the master of his domain. At least for now.
He gets out of the shower and looks in the mirror.
-“Let’s do this, one more day, one more time, I’ll do my best. I’ll smile. Everything will be fine.”-
He walks away and gets ready to leave for the day ahead. He finishes his breakfast and looks at the time. It’s 8:14am as he grabs his keys and heads out. Just like that he arrives at his work to meet you with a smile on his face and a gentle “good morning”.
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