With their only accomplishment in their entire lives being either, the tiny little promotion or the tiny little degree they got or the tiny little family that they have or the tiny little car that they are travelling in.
Where is greatness? Who is great? Can someone become great? Can everyone become great? What constitutes greatness?
Is honesty, integrity, chastity non-existent? Is grace, beauty just associated with the body?
Sipping the drink he was contemplating, thinking. Infuriated, dejected, disheartened, and depressed by the world that he was living in.
Then he heard something. Very different to the noise of the traffic. It was pure, sweet. It was a voice, of a person, a tiny person, maybe a girl. He recognised the voice instantaneously. â€œDAD”, it was his daughter. She twisted the doorknobs with her tiny little fingers, pushing the door open with her tiny little palms. There she was in front of him cherubic, angelic, and beautiful while being tiny, small.
His heart, which was filled with gloom, despair was suddenly filled with love, affection, warmth. He picked her tiny little body, slowly, carefully, placed her on his lap.Wrapped his arms around her and placed a peck on her tiny little cheek. Then he beamed like a thousand Suns and said “Yes, Dear!”
He loved life, even with all its shortcomings, it allowed him to have a tiny little child for company.
……..and the title of the post is Dark Tale turns Bright.