A wanted obsession

Days of stagnation led him to feel that life was not worth living and that all the struggling was for nothing.

He felt inclined to stay inside his hole. He was comfortable, he was content with just that. Nothing felt like it was worth it anymore, not the sun, not the rain, not the clouds or laughter of the people around him. He just drifted aimlessly.

Yet, he would still curse it.

His contention was his source of frustration. It perplexed him, it puzzled him, it outright formed a paradox.

Then, while drifting he came across a smile. A smile so brilliant, so radiant that suddenly the hole he was content in filled with light.

The light blinded him at first. He feared it. He did not know how to react.

"Foreign." he thought.

At this time, he did not notice, but he was addicted. He was addicted to the light, he was addicted to THAT smile.

All he wanted to do now was to make THAT smile appear. It didn't matter how. He would change. All for THAT smile.

It reassured him. It gave him hope. It made him believe that something is worth fighting for, that the darkness he felt content with was just a lie.

He would do just about anything.

"Lovely." he thought.

And for the first time in his life, he realized that life is indeed Lovely.