External pressures drizzled upon him. Internal energies couldn’t battle anymore. Thinking about work empowered him, but the fear to face dazzled him again. Waiting for the storm to end was impossible for an impatient person. And the storm was never going to tranquil unless he made steps. His heart was black, eyes were closed and mind was demented. He was wandering in his own lost thoughts and trapped in his self-created maze. His work deteriorated even more. He battled to assemble his strength. That bog was pulling him down. The more he tried to come out, the more he was ruined. He wanted a way out. The way of peace. The way leading to a meaningful life.
He still continued to love her. Wanted to drown in the pool of feelings she was pouring on him. Every person resisting him against his desires was an obstacle now. Spending all his time with her, they grew closer. She became an addiction. His world was different. She was the center of his lusting world and he revolved around it. He used to forget all the worries and fallacious people that might create more disruption. He wanted peace and she gave him. She was the one understanding him when he was desperate for the answers to his unsolved mysterious life. Many a time he would blindly fall for her, crave for her.
His support, his family that stood behind him every time and helped him cross each hurdle was the last option he thought for the first time. He never wanted to shatter them with his problems. He doubted if his brother will still stand with him. Support him. But ego always struck him thinking about the issues they shared. When there was no other genuine way, he decided to show up. The day he left home, was the day he fought for his love. His love for Beer.
He grabbed his phone hastily. His family already missed him. There were hundreds of phone calls from his mother. He was flabbergasted noticing the coincidence. He called her and she cried. His brother was no more. He was so deeply in love with his “life ruining drinks” that he was no more conscious of his acts. He couldn’t attend his own brother’s funeral who showered all his care on him. He was guilty. Those guilty feelings dwelt in his heart and he couldn’t just let them off.
This lust was going to cost him his life. He ruined those happy days he could have spent with his brother and ruined those happy relations. He lost his grip on work. And he lost all fame which no more mattered. Still, he had hope. He knew himself. He could beat this demon. He tried. He was trying each day. Every day was making him a better person. Drinking and Smoking never solved his problem, they just helped him hide from them, which turned back in worse ways. He made a decision and he was firm. He would never drink again. He made his choice. What about you???
