Oh, What a Joy it is not to be Almighty

in #writing6 months ago (edited)

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Hello again, friend. Or is it better to say 'Goodnight'?
Because, gathering all my courage, I'd like you to spend some minutes in a van with the author.

Yes, it is night. Of a very dark and snowy type, so to say. You've come at the right moment. We're in the middle of a mountain range, some hundred miles from the sea level. The road is frozen and according to the physical laws, we have a very high probability to reach a "zero" above the sea level. Right. Now.


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The van is jumping with quite a sinister rhythm, like it's trying to mock a flaw of humans thinking they're almighty.

"Here you are, mate! Still think you're that powerful? Look, I can jump higher than you!"

If we met a bit earlier, you wouldn't even think of me telling this at the moment. And I'm very happy that it wasn't possible! Maybe, it will mean something for you too.

I wasn't neither crying, nor screaming. I tried to think it's impossible. We. Can't. Fall. Nope.

But as you've probably guessed, it didn't help. So, my best decision was... to try and fall asleep.

Something went wrong. I'm not that powerful. But I don't want to admit it. So I gotta ignore it.

But that only made me feel more pathetic. We gotta open our eyes. Where do you think you'd look? I looked at the sky.

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I had a strong feeling I've been ignoring too much in my life. It always seemed better to pretend being 'that girl', to lie I don't need anyone else in my life.

*God, - my heart was saying it for me, - I don't want to be almighty! *

Silence. The heart starts to rise. It has definitely lost most of the weight of being omnipotent. Of lying to oneself. Push.

Are we falling?

Wide strokes of light.

We stopped right at the gasoline station. We're already in the town. Time to take a break, said the driver.

The weight from the heart seemed to move onto the eyes.

Light again. Lots of it, actually. A morning tea.

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We've passed the mountain range safely. Considering all, it was a miracle. Glad you've witnessed it with me.

Only one thing thing lost, fallen somewhere between the cliffs.

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