Saturday, 1 August 2020
The Path
The path twisted and turned as if in constant pain, as if trying to shake you off. He had been walking for three days and his feet were killing him. He had painful, juicy blisters on both feet and the soles of the feet were in terrible throbbing pain. A voice in his head begged to stop and repeatedly started that he cannot put another step. And yet he did. He tried to isolated all thoughts and feelings and get into that meditative state where all you think is to put one foot in front of another. Then he saw it and stopped. He was at the bottom of the slope and the path led up. He started to cry, he will not be able to climb that. Not in his current state anyway.
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