lucidity

((REWRITING))
“Life is nothing without direction, if you don’t have that then you’re not living.”

These were the words mark had often heard growing up, his father, a rather pitiful old shell of a man awaiting the inevitable death involving his kidneys failing, had often said to him back in his youth.

As a boy he had never quite understood his words, always brushed them off as the mere ramblings of an ailing man, too ashamed at the prospect of dying without having had an impact on even his only kin.

However it wasn’t until he found himself in an ironically similar situation that he truly began to understand.

Broken and marooned, the dark and crippling truth of reality had beaten his young idealistic self into submission, having lost his job, reputation and self respect, now left to wander the empty streets scavenging for any glimmer of hope in his bleak isolation from his own mind.

And in the end the only solace he found was one painted across the black concrete of the road, as his already withered spirits collided with a moving vehicle.

And so, defying all odds and waking up in a new world with a different world view, he finds himself lacking the enthusiasm one who had just escaped certain death should have.

With his spirits still abysmal and his mind plagued with regret and uncertainty, he finds himself navigating towards a new, more prosperous future.