Man is a helpless creature. We strive for success, fame and power, but in the end what matters is the path we chose. Because, even though we may have everything, we will fall, no matter what, we will be crushed under our hopes and burdens and our dreams will be lost. This piece is a depiction of the journey of such a man, one who gave it all, but in the end had to fall.
I must have seen the same dream almost a thousand times now. Its always the same. Thunder-clad dark skies, the rain pouring down, and the lonely person walking along on the path unknown. he's scared, scared of losing himself on the way, but he knows that he must go on, because that is how he will reach his destination, his final position and all his pain and sufferings will come to an end.
I can feel a shiver going down his spine, as he gazes at the dark path lying ahead of him. there is nothing but the puddles and the dead leaves, lying there to dirty him, to slow him down. Sometimes he does slow down and feels he won't be able to go on anymore. But that voice inside him gnaws at his mind. That tiny ray of hope pushes him ahead, only to fall back onto complete darkness.
I can feel his helplessness as he searches for some support, something to hold onto. But alas, he finds none. All he knows is that he must go on.
As he trudges along the path, the puddles dirtying him, destroying his fine appearance, he is reminded of all that he has endured. He wants to stop, wants to rest for a while and forget everything, but the clock's ticking and the path seems to be disappearing. And, he must go on.
The path seems endless and he has been walking for a long time now. He is losing his senses, and he cannot understand his journey anymore. The memories and words are crowded and its as if his head might burst. but midst all this, he hears the voice telling him to not stop and go on.
I can feel his desperation to attain his goal. There were times when he felt he had reached his destination, but a turn of fate always put him back in the shadows. his enlightenment still seems to be miles away and the path never ending.
Just as he begins to lose his remaining hope, he sees it coming. It is quite near to him. but now, he doesn't have the strength left to go on. I can feel his despair on not being able to gather his strength to make that last leap to reach his goal.
He's losing his vision, his mind, the whole world seems to be swirling. Everything is falling apart bit by bit, his armor fading to dust, the castle of his dreams crumbling into nothingness. He falls just inches away from what he had strived to succeed, unable to fulfill his dream; and his hopes come crashing down, just like the rain beating down on his lifeless body.