A Life's Journey - Never Give Up

The Life of a Wayward Wanderer

De: Martin Francom

Narrado por: Andy Platter

Rain pummeled the window, mimicking the tumult in Arthur's heart. A worn photo, its edges whispering lost dreams, depicted a younger, ambitious Arthur with Sarah, her smile a forgotten warmth. Once inseparable, their future gleamed. But ambition, a cruel mistress, led Arthur astray.

Success lined his office walls, cold monuments mocking the emptiness within. Faces of women flickered: Victoria, the passionate artist, Emily, the gentle soul all missed opportunities, sacrificed on the altar of self-preservation.

Only Sarah remained, a constant reminder of love unclaimed. Fear, a serpent, had coiled around his heart, whispering doubts. He'd chosen solitude over love's messy beauty, a king in his self-made prison. A poem, a forgotten friend, echoed: "For losing ourselves, we find our truest part." A bitter truth. Years of chasing phantoms had revealed a man etched with regret. Yet, amidst the wreckage, hope flickered. Perhaps, in losing himself, he'd begun to find who he truly was.He wasn't that confident man in the photo anymore. Older, wiser, burdened by choices, a spark of determination ignited within him. He wouldn't let the past paralyze him. Failure, he realized, might be the very path to redemption.

The city glittered outside, a canvas against the night. Success, a respected career trophies of his pursuit. But they couldn't silence the gnawing emptiness. A family, the missing piece, ached in his heart. He yearned for laughter, for a hand to hold. The poem's words echoed: "For losing ourselves, we find our truest part." His failures, his scars, were testaments to resilience.Fear wouldn't rule him. He'd open his heart, embrace love, and find his way back, a complete version forged in the fires of the past. The journey wasn't over, but this time, he wouldn't walk it alone.

©2024 Martin Francom (P)2024 Martin Francom

A message of Hope

Nice story about how one's life will have it's share of ups and downs. Failures and successes. But what is imprortant is that you never give up. I found using the poem and a thread weaves throughout the story was creative and thought provoking.