This is it. This is the end.
That was the only thing on his mind as he walked the fresh snowy trail. His footprints slowly disappearing from the slight wind as he walked further and further from town.
It was getting dark, the sun was setting and the moon was rising. As he walked, the glow of the moon peaked through the trees, giving him the only light in the forest.
His mind was still empty other than with that single sentence: “this is the end”.
He continued to walk until he was out of sight and far enough no one would hear him leave this life.
He was ready; he found a bush where he wouldn’t be found easy, and he sat there with not even one thought or care except this was it.
He crouched in the bush and put a bullet into the gun. He rose the barrel of the gun to his jaw, when suddenly he saw a flutter. A bird had landed directly in front of him, as if he was sparing his own life to save this man’s. As he started to squeeze the trigger, he took one last look at the bird. Suddenly, he lowered the gun down and took the bullet out.
There was meaning behind this incident: it provided an answer to the questions he had asked. It gave him a light to continue on. If an animal were willing to spare its life to save his, what kind of human would he be to still leave this world?
The walk back was a cold and lonely one. The feeling of embarrassment had passed through his mind, but he knew this was his second chance and he wasn’t going to disappoint…