An Author's Day Out

A Young Author, without much in the way of anything, found what little he had that was held precious by him taken away. In his lamenting, he found his sleep to be disturbed by images of what once was, and what he had hoped would be, until eventually, it came to be that he would spend all night awake, and would finally pass out from exhaustion as the sun rose.

Growing angry at waking with the setting sun, he resolved to force himself to return to a normal sleeping schedule. Though he was ashamed to admit it, what struck him most of his situation was how little he felt could be done in the darkness of the night alone, save for writing poetry that none would ever read.

Having elected to force himself into a normal schedule, he chose to do so by remaining awake from the time the sun set one day, until well after it had set the next. Unfortunately, as his sleeping had detached him from the world around him, he found himself performing this feat on a day in which his family required his assistance.

From place to place he escorted his injured mother, exhaustion setting in early in the day. Eventually, they reached a point where he was relieved of her for a time, in which he found himself sitting quietly in a cafe.

Left alone as he was, he lamented his loss and his exhaustion, and eventually settled in at the cafe with the works of an author long since dead, and a tall cup of hot coffee with which to wait for his mother. After a short while of sitting there as he was, he caught himself smiling, having realized that though his sadness was justified, as he had indeed lost greatly, he had yet still had much, and resolved to continue as best as he could.

One must not dwell on loss when one still has so much to be thankful for.