The Loan

Cooper enjoyed the walk, even though there were so many other things to do. The wind was a gentle whisper in the night. The light from the lampposts and full moon was still more than enough for him to see by. As he glanced around he realized that he was the only one still walking. Looking at his watch, he realized that it was almost eleven. "Why was he still here? And why won't this spectrum of emotions leave me alone?" These were the questions that turned in his mind, as though caught in a giant whirlpool. Deep down he wanted to run. Deep down he was strained, but he had learned to get by this long by maintaining composure. "Why quit now?"

"Is that the way it's going to be then?" He knew how to escape the pain, he'd done it all his life. He ran. His surroundings were speeding by, the sound of his thoughts was drowning out everything. Everything but his beating heart. Still he ran. The thoughts were getting worse, but he kept trying to fight it off...

"And yet...it wasn't fair. This spectrum was so...Good yet bad, hopeful yet depressing, comical yet serious, young yet old, right yet wrong...what on earth!?!?" so real. Cooper finally voicing what he'd been thinking, "It's not fair that I feel this, it's my life after al..." His words trailing off mid sentence. And then he knew...It wasn't his life. It wasn't his money. It wasn't his time. It wasn't his energy. It wasn't his choice. It wasn't his way. "It's not my life, it's His." Period.


To live is to die, and to die is to live. To gain is to lose and to lose is to gain. The Truth is contradiction, and yet contradiction is the Truth.