The air gets cold and snow begins to fall. You stare into the dark void of night and wonder what your place is in this life. The past, behind you, the future, looming ahead. Through the darkness, shortcomings and failures shine forth, glittering brightly in each snowflake; but victories are invisible to your eyes. Why do accomplishments matter, when you still fall short of the standards? And as the snow stops even all the shortcomings grow dim, leaving only the darkness pressing around you. The only desire you now have is to run away and hide from your dreams, pleading with the morning to bring sunlight again. The never-ending night fills you with increasing terror. For if your dreams are crushed yet another time, the darkness will totally engulf and crush you, and the morning may never come. |