He Trudged On....

This is a short story I wrote from experience about how much people rely on love, and how, if you put too much faith in the wrong person, your heart will feel it, and you will end up back where you were before. "Above all else, guard your heart." Proverbs 4:23

And now...

He Trudged On. By Aaron Jay

He walked through the slime and the sludge that he had slowly gotten himself into. How he wished he could feel it just one more time, maybe this would be the final one. Maybe there would be no need to keep searching. He trudged on, pushing junk away with his feet, using his hands to keep the branches from scratching his face.

Just then, in the distance, a light appeared. He had seen lights before, but never quite like this one. He squinted at it, moving ever so slowly to get a closer look into it. He trudged on, looking to find out what he could about this light, aching to get closer. He succeeded. It was a light unlike any he had seen. It was more radiant than the sun, and had the potential to burn just as badly. If only he had seen that.

He blinked.

He was walking on air, the light at his side. His search had come to an end. He wandered on, looking for a place to settle. He felt as though he could spend his time with this light and do nothing but stare into it, its radiance taking him to a place he had never before been. He stopped and turned. Looking into the light, he froze. He knew it must be true. This was what he had been looking for. He would never have to search again.

He blinked.

He was walking on air, the light at his side. The light seemed to rise, as he seemed to fall. The air he was walking on seemed to thin. It couldn’t hold his weight. He wandered on, and the light, being less heavy than he, floated slowly downward, although it was trying desperately to get to him. He fell. The light fell. The light drifted slower than the boy, who grasped desperately at it. Slowly, the boy fell, and the light faded, until the boy could no longer see it.

He closed his eyes, hoping that he would open them, and the light would once again reside at his side.

He opened his eyes and found himself once again in the slime and sludge. He looked all around for the beautiful light that he had loved so. It was nowhere to be seen. This had happened before, and the blow, although painful, was not as hard as before. He picked himself up, and looked around. He decided what direction to head, after much difficult deliberation.

He trudged on.