THE SHATTERING OF FAITH

Searcher's journey to cynicism begins with loss...

A decaying city at Twilight. The air was thick with dust and the scent of rain, but no rain fell. Neon signs flickered against the gloom, advertising pleasures that no longer satisfied him. Somewhere in the distance, laughter echoed-- too distant, too foreign. A man called Searcher felt a deep sense of emptiness and disconnection from a world that felt like it was dying but it hadn't stopped breathing. 
Everything around him contradicted itself--light in the shadows, beauty in filth, noise in the silence, clarity in the mist...
   Searcher sat alone at a rooftop bar, staring at a drink he handn't touched. She was supposed to be here. She always was. She was the only person who made life feel real, bearable, meaningful. But she was gone now. Their relationship was never defined...too fragile, too uncertain. Yet she was the only glimpse of warmth he ever had.
   A flashback to their conversation a few weeks ago replayed in his head as she talked about how beautiful life was, even in suffering. He remembered scoffing, telling her that life was a parasite feeding on itself.
She didn't argue, instead, she smiled sadly and said: "Maybe life isn't the problem. Maybe we just don't know what it's for." Her words lingered, but he dismissed them--he was too stubborn to believe.
The bartender casually mentioned that there was a car crash-- a woman matching her description died instantly.
The world blurred, noise rushed in. Searcher didn't react, not at first. He only nodded, took his drink and walked but inside, something shattered irreversibly. He walked for hours, waiting for the universe to prove him wrong but nothing happened, no sign, no meaning.
   The silence of the world confirmed it: Life was exactly what he thought--a meaningless, self-consuming disease...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'A flashback to their conversation a few weeks ago replayed in his head as she talked about how beautiful life was, even in suffering. He remembered scoffing, telling her that life was a parasite feeding on itself.
She didn't argue, instead, she smiled sadly and said: "Maybe life isn't the problem. Maybe we just don't know what it's for." Her words lingered, but he dismissed them--he was too stubborn to believe.'

The above quote seems to be the core of your write.. a feeling that he has lost sight of what life and a reason for it is less important that emotion would have it. Is too easy to live with a decision, thought, emotion felt way back when.. To leave it behind is felt, perhaps, too daring or.. too cowardly, maybe.

Life and time is beneficial to one and all.. if grabbed on instinct rather than a long, deep thought that leads to one losig an opportunity to be more. Your writing leads to thought, the thought to learning more about Self. Unless that scares you. Perhaps.

[Koi🖤]

I genuinely appreciate the way you truly grasped the concept of this writing...most of the time we're all stuck in this illusion of what life is or could be that we forget to live...to breathe. In this case, life was portrayed as a dark consuming rage and that only made the blindness thicker...
This book was written to evoke strong thoughts about a path to the true essence of life...
I've read some of your works and I really admire your mind...
Thanks again for the review ma'am ☺️

[emmajoygreen]

Will read and read.. but another time. You truly know how to use words. Many, many thanks, Koi

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful chapter shared my friend.
"The silence of the world confirmed it: Life was exactly what he thought--a meaningless, self-consuming disease..."
I understand the above lines. Sometime life can teach us. We cannot win. Powerful and meaningful words shared.
Coyote

[Koi🖤]

In the midst of so much weakness, only the brave discover strength...
Thank you so much for your review, Coyote😊

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and we must go forward and we don't look back. You are welcome.