He dragged his feet. The dust forming a cloud over his ankles. The hot blaze of the sun wearing him down as he sought to find a place to call home. He felt empty. Life had drained him of every ounce of sweat. He was nearing the end of his rope. Lost in the wilderness, he felt that he could no longer carry on. No one was looking for him. No one was waiting for him. It was a life that seemed empty from the inside. The emptiness had manifested itself on the outside.
He dragged himself to a cave to get some shade from the blazing sun. He was not sure what happened. He was out camping with some of his friends until one of them heard a loud bang. The kind of bang you hear when a stainless steel pot falls on cement. His sister screamed to the top of her voice when she saw a flash of yellow engulf her tent. It seemed as if the rebels mistook their camping site for that of a neighboring rival. They came unannounced in the crack of morning. Before the sun had cracked the morning skies, the rebels had torched the whole camping site. He was lucky enough to escape.
Lost in a foreign land, he lay in the cave contemplating his life. His life seemed as if it was stolen from him at a moment’s notice. The cave was cool and had a small spring inside of it. He looked at the sparkling water and saw a dancing reflection of himself. The waves encrypting the secrets of his thoughts. He stared at the reflection and wondered how did he find himself in this situation. When did he find it a noble cause to sacrifice one’s own luxuries to offer redemption for another’s poverty? He worked hard to be where he was. The success he attained did not arrive at him on a silver platter. Yet he dished up his own success and fed it to an organization that profited from the ribs of starving children.
He knew sitting and wondering where he went wrong will not bring his sister back. He knew that sitting and regretting to volunteer for this mission will not bring his friends back. And yet, in that, he felt empty. Nothing made sense to him. The waves slowly settled. The water became darker with a shade of emerald green. Bubbles began to brew and steam blew from the sides of the spring. Frightened, he stumbled back and tripped on a rock. He fell head first. He passed out immediately. The steam slowly engulfed him; drawing him into the spring.
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