A sense of sorrow, a sense of pain, a sense of scarcity. All I can see is what’s in front of me; nothing behind, nothing ahead, nothing above. The ground below is scattered with sediment, everything else is green, fir, and branchy. My thoughts have been lost, the world around has distracted me from my contemplations of life. My surroundings are a mystery, and I cannot tell in which direction the path will next turn. There are no birds, no flowers, no life, other than the seeds that have become green monstrosities. There are rocks, there is dirt, there is no grass. And the trail goes on; step after step, hour after hour, trip after trip, never ending. 
Where I was going? I didn’t know. I didn’t know how I got here, I didn’t know why I was here, my mind was dominated by the thought of what this path would lead to. Would it lead me to everlasting torment, starvation, death? And that was when I saw it, a light. So bright it was, shining through the green, giving the dark, gloomy scenery a glow. And suddenly, I realized where I was going. I edged closer towards the light, when I stepped out into the glowing rays. The misty clouds cleansed me of my shame, then cleared away, allowing me to discern the beauty in front of me. I realized now why the clouds were here, as I was high up on a single, solitary peak, overlooking what was the world. Tremendously beautiful and sanctuarious, I gazed out at the flowing rivers, the beauteous birches, and thought, “this is it.” 
It’s at the end where we take a second to appreciate all this world has to offer, and we realize all that we will be leaving behind. It’s amazing how one moment life can be one thing, and the next it’s something else. Breathing in one last breath of air, I turned away from the scintillating scenery, and stepped into the light.
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