I wrote this story when I was in school, about three years ago.
It has been a long journey; at last, I have arrived.
Throughout life we encounter challenges. Some overcome them, others move around them. We often hear people talking about life as a journey and how we shape our life on our decisions. Some say that there are journeys called happiness and success and others may say that both are of the same nature. Regardless of what any of these views say, there is one inevitable destination, and I have reached it.
As I lay here on this sandy beach in the northern region of France, my legs are numb. Suddenly, I feel very cold and a lot of pain from the five bullet wounds which pierce my chest. It's no use trying to express the excruciating pain because regardless of whether or not by some miracle I do get help, I realise that my time is over and in my last few moments, as it is metaphorically described, I see the light. Images of my journey to this point flash in front of my eyes, some are happy, others are sombre.
In all the years of my life I have never recalled this much and adding to the excruciating pain, I feel a heavy heart pounding in my throat. Images of my life once lived. I recall my first memories of a girlfriend, how I hung my heart out to her and my mind, in all its capacity, placed her on the highest pedestal. Soon the memory is blurred by the vision of meeting my life partner, who will now face the world alone, a challenge I dreaded to face as I sat in that gloomy hospital, praying that everything would go well when she was giving birth to our first born. A feeling I cannot begin to explain, the joy and amazement which tickled my heart as I looked at what we rightfully called OURS.
That amazing feeling was soon followed by the distressful times as I had taken the life decision of becoming as entrepreneur and making my dreams a reality. The stresses and challenges imposed by vicious markets and the most challenging time when the global economy reached a slump and business was set to close down. Possibly the most challenging aspect of my life, trying to balance the numerous phone calls from banks and suppliers alike, with my family on the other. Painful memories of endless arguments on family and responsibility and dashed hopes and dreams.
A trickle of blood flows out of my hand, the warmth is shocking and my heart thuds sorely as I recall feeling a warm hand which I could hold in times of both happiness and sadness and a warm hand which I would kill for to feel once more.
Memories of laughter and tears all drain the energy out of my soul and yet I feel some great accomplishment, some reassurance that I lived a life worth living and no matter how hard I try nothing will change my path as I have travelled for a very long time and at last, I have arrived.
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