And a ray of contagious light, travelling the universe
So, there was this guy. He was shining. A ray of bright light. All who bumped into him were touched by his light and for a while, became alight themselves, and this light was contagious.
When his time came and he left for a better place, they uncovered a diary he seemed to have been keeping. Not really a diary, more like bits and pieces of inner thoughts intertwined with some lament.
It turned out the guy had no light inside whatsoever. He had been walking in darkness the whole time. A deep well of despair and loneliness, a constant yet unfruitful search for an ever-elusive ray of sunshine. His writings left no doubt about it.
So where did the light come from?
It came from every wrong turn he took because those who knew better never gave him the right advise.
It came from every piece of bread he would be denied when starving at the side of the road.
It came from every border he could not cross, every job he could not get, every opportunity he would lose because of who he was and where he came from.
It came from every failure, every broken dream, every sleepless night, it came from the indifference he had faced when most in need of human warmth.
You see, this guy was carrying the curse that others, more worthy of it, did not wish to carry. He was burdened with crying all the tears they would not cry anymore.
A burden chosen with care, a curse embraced with full prior knowledge, for he had already been there before, took the wrong turn, cried the bitter tear, begged for a piece of bread, a job, an opportunity. He had been left outside in the cold when others were boarding first class.
Broken dreams had been daily bread for as long as he could remember, and from the rumbles of his dreams and the ashes covering his days and nights, he found the strength to shine, not on others, but for others, to make their lives a little bit warmer.
This constant shining got the best of him. He died of exhaustion on a sidewalk on a cold November evening.
Those who knew him quickly forgot hit legacy, if they ever knew it, and save for his writings, nothing remains of him today.
Except, maybe, a ray of contagious light, still travelling the universe.
Let the board sound