But every time he's nearing the light, the chains on his wrist, ankles and neck pulls him back to darkness. And the more time it pulls, the further he is from the light.
At times, he would stop, and give up. Just stay away from the pain of the chains, yet, not reaching the distant light. The longer he stops, the further he flows away.
And emptiness dwells in his heart. The hollowness he feels inside, as if there isn't any meaning to life. To live, is to await death.
The cold breeze blowed against his face. As if assuring him that if he stays here, hope would fail to exist. Pain struck his heart like a knife stabbing. Crystal tears started to flow, slowly, down his cheeks. His heart was bleeding, he watched him self dying slowly, in this solemn place.
All he needed was persistence, perseverance, and determination and he knew that well. All he needed was to endure the pain, and make his way to the light, no matter what obstacles will he face.
He strengthened his heart, cleared his mind, stood up, pulling himself against the chains. And walked to the light, again. If he fell, he would crawl, with his bare hands and feet. The chains were pulling him back, scarring his hands and feet, he ignored the pain, and kept going, thorns were all around, and cut his face and arms, cold wind blew against him, stronger than ever, yet he moved on, every step he took, got him closer the the light.
And he knew, once he reaches the light, the chains would be gone, and he would be free.
He looked to the light, smiled, and continued crawling.
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