Some Days

He was walking along a narrow and dimly lit corridor, when he happened upon a piece of parchment lying on the floor. To his knowledge, he was alone, and so it came as a surprise to him that he was holding in his hands a tattered letter. Straining his eyes against the hazy, yellow light of an old street lamp, he blew away the dust from the letter, and started reading:

Some days I feel like the only thing I’m good at is listening to people’s personal problems, and sharing helpful advice. Don’t get me wrong; I’m thankful for every opportunity that I get to uplift someone whose spirit is nearly crushed beyond repair. I’m thankful for the opportunity to make someone smile, if only for a few minutes. It’s just that, sometimes I feel like everyone else’s lives are progressing, and yet here I am, still playing the same, unsung part, seemingly stuck in a quagmire of my own doing.

I feel once again as if the days have flown past me, with nothing to hold on to. I detest the sound that breaks the silence. I detest the noise that plagues my day. I long to escape this bleak paradise I’ve found myself stuck on. There’s an ever-growing list of things that I hate about where I am right now. Some things, can be easily overlooked. Some have workarounds, but even those can be painfully annoying to bear. I don’t know. There’s a lot that I don’t know, and a lot more that I think I’m already pretending to know. Like my limits. Some days it feels like I’m just pushing myself for the sake of finding out how long before the fire in me is finally extinguished.

I pray for your help, dear God. For there are times when I feel like I no longer know what I should do, or better yet, if I can still keep doing what I do.

For a few minutes after he had finished reading, it was as if no sound could be heard. Not the rustling of the leaves, nor the sway of a gentle breeze. It was as if time itself had decided to take an unplanned leave of absence. He didn’t even notice the letter slipping from his fingers. As it softly fluttered to the ground, you could see him from afar, slowly walking away.

-Ed. E.

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