Story goes there was once a lonely ghost lost in a labyrinth of thought. For eternity he knew no more. Deep inside a dark forest, he lingered perpetually in a stupor, stuck in a limbo he never knew.
The ghost could not understand why his oblivion seemed to continue endlessly, shuffling mindlessly from one spectrum to another, drowning in fears and paranoia. His world was all opposites, contradiction after contradiction. A visage of what he hoped for, yet was never brave enough to go for. His path was a circular one, the visible trail sunken from an aeon of the same decisions, left him stuck to a single, muddied, misty line. There was no end in sight, all possible options he always chose to ignore. Fear of the unknown held him back. On occasion, specters in a different yet similar track, would cross his way.
Visions flashed before his eyes, of the difference one moment could make. He refused to take the path his heart knew, permanently chose to ignore, like a curse laid upon him, driving him to be an eternal bore. Subconsciously, his mind spoke to him, of the answer to end the calvary, yet the heavy blanket placed over his heart let little of the light in. The answer lingered amongst a smoky haze just above his head, obscured by a halo of smog and deception. Every time his ghostly hand reached up, the smog thickened, obscuring the answer once again.
Tired, angered and in search of meaning, the ghost slowly tried to set a new path, to find a way to end this eternal slumber. As he looked back, the new trail seemed different, brighter. So why did he still hesitate? The circular, vicious cycle pulled and pulled, like a sick experiment on Newton’s laws of motion: objects in motion do tend to stay in motion.
Yet the force of that other mysterious path pulled, it exerted the same opposite force, pulled like a raging river, caved a canyon in a new, bright direction. Its impact so great, the ghost contemplated things other than the same. New possibilities no longer filled him with scare.
Slowly, something started to feel different, he felt it in his bottomless stomach, a feeling that seemed familiar yet strange. His heart beating wildly, drawn to this new energy, head spinning, flying high filled with a million buzzing bees. The dark forest seemed bleak no more, somehow, he felt a presence that kept him from the fray. An instinct started to creep into his senses, like a midnight wanderer intruding in his thoughts. A new life flashed before his eyes; it all started to sway. Clarity pulled the lonely ghost towards a brightness that would not give way.
The light grew brighter, a new sense of existence started to take form, for he was being born.
He was human once more.
-A.Garcia