End of the Line

           
I took a deep breath in a desperate attempt of inhaling any amount air ... Isn't it ironic how you never really appreciate its value until you're devoid of it? I suppose that's the fallacy of life. You spend your entire life in relentless pursuit of the meaningless, while you never stop to appreciate the very essence that's keeping you here.

I gasp ... Nothing!

I try to move my arms and legs as if the motion might somehow release any hidden deposits. The sand around me has enveloped me so tight that any movement has been rendered impossible. I can't open my eyes to discern my surroundings as I could feel the millions of sand particles pushing into my body in all directions as if to squeeze me out of existence.

This is it! This is how it ends!

I still can't comprehend the terrible set of circumstances that led me here. Just 12 hours before, I was sitting in my living room cradling my newborn son and my wife drooling on her brand new pyjamas. I was watching the news and pondering to myself how so much could wrong all of a sudden. The pandemic was ranging, I was laid off from work and I didn't know how we could afford to pay the rent of our shitty one bedroom apartment ... Then the phone rung!

Why did I have to answer it?

What seemed like a god sent opportunity quickly turned into a big nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

Now I lay buried in the sand, thousands of miles from home, waiting for the light. Did I even tell my wife I loved her? Did I kiss my son one last time? ... I left in such a hurry I'm not even sure.

The tremors have started now. It's like my different organs started to rebel and fight with each other.

This isn't fair! You spent you're entire life slaving away trying to make ends meet and it's all snatched away just as things were starting to get sweet.

... I can't think this way. I have to stop. I want my final thoughts to be of my family ... I have to pray that, their lives atleast, get better. Its the only that ...

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