So, what's next?

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Step by step he felt himself drawing closer to the snapping point. His anxiety was getting the best of him. Focus was out of the picture as he hardly put his right foot before the left. The tension was rising like he had reached an unknown or invisible ultimatum. He felt his life drastically changing and all his efforts to pull it all together are shattering down to his feet.

“It’s all part of the process”
“life is full of ups and downs”
“this is what kings are made of”
He repeated to himself over and over again justifying himself of his actions hoping even if by the barest minimum his anxiety would be lifted, but the more he recited the more breathless he became by this time he abandoned his recitation and began pacing frantically and hyperventilating.
He had prepared for this moment, or so he thought until today when he suddenly awoke to the reality of its existence and from that moment on all his well laid plans and strategies to keep him going all went ablur and evaporated into the wind.
In a split second his life flashed before his eyes, bring to his remembrance all the moments he lived life to the fullest as though there was no tomorrow. Spending lavishly on unprofitable things that now made him sick in the stomach at the sight of them, they seem to be mocking him of his previous foolish actions and his present foolish state.truth be told he missed those days when he was able to live a free life, when his breathing was not a tool made to choke him
At this point he had found his way to the floor coiled up and rocking gently with tears running down his face. Still the big question keeps banging at the door of his brain and all his senses…

…SO, WHAT’S NEXT?

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