Freedom is Learning to Let Go

Chapter 6

David travels multiple times every year. His financial status allows for such pleasures and opportunities.

He'd seen most of Europe and Asia, experiencing the rich culture rooted in each countries very existence. He'd even seen a few of the Seven Wonders of the World.
Each trip he took only deepened his belief that this Earth is filled with beautiful things.

When he was seventeen his mother had taken him to the Coral Sea, off the northern coast of Australia, to scuba dive. That day forever changed his view of this planet.

Before his very eyes was the Great Barrier Reef, breathtakingly stunning. Who knew such magnificent creations dwelled beneath the surface?

Vibrant life sprouted within the divine waters, an assortment of psychedelic pigmentation. Brilliant rays of sunlight slashed through transparent aqua, casting fluorescent streaks of white upon the thriving underwater realm.

The variegated divisions of coral and sea plants coexisted peacefully, flourishing together as one. The structures inhabitants were just as eloquent as it.

Millions of aquatic organisms drifted through the ethereal abyss of H2O, their prismatic scales shimmering like diamonds.

If you had asked Dave any day prior to January second, he would tell you the Great Barrier Reef was the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

However, any date afterward his answer would be completely different.

This new type of irresistible pulchritude had taken the form of a human man. The split second your eyes fell upon him was enough to alter your entire perception of beauty.

Dave had been sitting on a new-smelling leather couch next to Patricia, an ice cold Daiquiri clutched in his left hand.

Across from their current seat was an identical crimson couch which Dahlia and Jeremy were situated on, sipping on Manhattan's and giggling about something Jeremy had said.

He really wanted to know who thought having karaoke at a nightclub was a great idea. God his ears were bleeding at this point. Upon the elevated mesa, in front of the DJ's eccentric setup, a drunken man gripped a microphone, his unsteady and drunken vocalization piercing through the club's stereo.

However, most people didn't handle alcohol as Dave, meaning a majority of the audience was just as hammered as the utterly talentless "performer." At this point, he was ready to pay this man to halt his wretched attempt at singing.

"Someone needs to go up there and tell that man he sounds like a cat jumping off a twenty story building," Patricia complained before taking a swig off of some strangers Jack Daniel's bottle.

"Fuckin' tell me about it!" Jeremy conquered, creating "dramatic effect" by covering his ears with his hands.

Suddenly, as if God had heard their desperate pleas for mercy, the godforsaken act had ended, allowing some highly autotuned song to take its place.

"Thank fuck!" Dahlia sighed in relief.

"Yeah, I wouldn't get too comfortable. Some other asshole is just gonna go up there and slaughter our eardrums again," Jeremy spat.

"Nah, it's already one, karaoke hours over."

"Is it really? We gotta get on the dance floor now. I just saw Klaus over by the bar and he said to meet him there," the blonde butted in.

"Is he completely smashed yet?"

"No, but he will be."

With the unanimous decision to join the crowd in their radiating enthusiasm, the four men drowned the remaining alcohol from pellucid glasses and started their exhilarating endeavor.