He’d spent too long reaching for the light – forever striving towards an unobtainable ideal. Anchored within the pitchy depths of perceived reality, nothing ever attained the perfection to which he aspired. But it was time for him to acknowledge: the light already burned within him, and it always had.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Edwin Undrade.
My internet is still being rather hit and miss, I’m afraid, so I’m still not spending as much time on the blog as I generally like to. I am, though, trying to make my way around everyone’s sites – which is a very slow process when pages take forever to load! If I haven’t visited you during the last week or two, please be patient. I will make it around to everyone eventually. 🙂
Unfortunately, I forgot to schedule this post while I was at work today, so I’m hoping I actually manage to get it up this evening…
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder