Finding himself at a tavern, Paul sat quietly by himself and observed the patrons from a dimly lit corner. The day was hard on him. Of course, it was nothing compared to what he had seen over his span of time in this world. Yet, it was just one more day to add to his already taxed mind.
While he was good at what he did, there were always several more criminals to appear who felt the need to abuse women or children. Can one man make a difference; can several?
The questions weighed on Paul’s mind as the spiced alcohol presently known as rum washed down his throat. Despite his best efforts, it never washed away the pain. Nothing did and nothing probably ever would. And who could he confide in? Who would be able to sympathize with his decades of pain, suffering, and loss? Who would understand his struggle with reasoning on the ‘why’ of his journey?
Why am I here?
What can I do in this dying world?
Why do I continue to live while all other things die?
The rum continued to wash down his throat. Maybe, just maybe this one time it would actually make him forget about the unimaginable sorrow that continues to crush his insides.
While he was good at what he did, there were always several more criminals to appear who felt the need to abuse women or children. Can one man make a difference; can several?
The questions weighed on Paul’s mind as the spiced alcohol presently known as rum washed down his throat. Despite his best efforts, it never washed away the pain. Nothing did and nothing probably ever would. And who could he confide in? Who would be able to sympathize with his decades of pain, suffering, and loss? Who would understand his struggle with reasoning on the ‘why’ of his journey?
Why am I here?
What can I do in this dying world?
Why do I continue to live while all other things die?
The rum continued to wash down his throat. Maybe, just maybe this one time it would actually make him forget about the unimaginable sorrow that continues to crush his insides.
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