The key to life

It's not really a story but a short prose.

Walking down the dark, cold path. It’s not easy but everyone has to do it. The dark forests. Just like Dante said. It’s meant to keep us astray. One of them looks at me and thinks I know it’s secret. The truth is I do. I just don’t realise it yet. I push on. My feet trudging through the muddy ground. Dirt flying everywhere. Entering the pit deeper and deeper. And then I realise, you have to let go. You musn’t worry. It’s final and the end is better than expected. But suddenly a great chasm appears. I try to jump over it and succeded because I can and want. Wanting is the true key to life.

Author's Note

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