The Endless Tunnel

There seemed to be a faint light at the end of the tunnel. He extended his hands, pointing it to the dot of whiteness. Being used to the balance of his life, the path ahead was too rocky for him. He wanted to lean on the tunnel wall and rest. But he was afraid that he might fall asleep. He kept remembering that he should not fall asleep, as he leaned on the wall and closed his eyes. The moment lasted for a moment. Then, like death, he had memories flowing around his head. The vision of the ghosts he saw in his childhood dreams. The anxiousness when his dad came home. The beauty of the morning sun. The ridiculous education. The awesome winter rains. The parent teacher meetings. The mom`s kisses, the sister`s hugs. The friend fights. The first crush, the first rush of blood coz of lust. The futureless present, the past less future. The recognition of beauty. The realization of music. The first college, the first love, the first break up, the first screw up, the first moment of satisfaction, the first moment of complete dissatisfaction, the first job, the first salary, the first roommate, the loss of the first roommate, the tears, the pain, the unrealized love, the unforgettable moments, the beauty of a child`s smile, the innocence of a child`s tear, the love from the family, the days in no man’s land, the days of exploiting labor, the crooked way to where he was. He remembered everything. He did not cry. He knew he hasn’t seen the worst and best of things yet. He stood up and walked. Towards the light. Extending both his arms, hoping to grab someone or something along the way. He walked to the ends of the endless tunnel.