Today, however, would be a different day...yes, today was the day that he would face his greatest fear, which he had carried with him ever since he was a child. The fear that kept him awake at night. The almost irrational fear that had crippled his brittle excuse of a life.
A brittle life beaten down by life itself. Who could he blame? Not himself, it was never his fault. His stooped shoulders and slow gait was all he had to show for a life unlived. A life he merely passed through unattached to anything or anyone. When he was young it was enough to be alone, the not needing or wanting what life could offer. Now, in his latter years, he sees the mistakes he has made and is angry. But, not with himself-with the world.