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Time to start another day in the daily grind, like everyone else. Daniel was just a normal accountant, a nothing in the corporate machine. Daniel woke up and sat half up in his bed thinking. How much longer am I going to want to do this? He asked himself. He got up and took a shower, got dressed and had some breakfast. He drove to work and clocked in a little early. He had to prepare the quarterly reports by afternoon, and was swamped with work. But he just couldn t bring himself to work. Daniel was a father of two kids and was in a contentious relationship with his wife. His kids adored him and he would do anything for them. But he knew he had to keep working if he wanted to support his family into the future. But he just didn t want to continue this work. He forced himself to work and busily got himself involved. His thought was interrupted by his boss. If you don t improve you re going to be fired, your work has been atypical of yours lately, said Joe. I m trying my best sir, I really am, Daniel replied. Well your best isn t good enough, and if you don t improve you can forget about coming in at all, ended Joe. He knew that he was on thin ice already but he had to keep trying anyways. He knew a matter how bad things looked he always could keep his freedom in his state of mind. He knew that psychological freedom was the true form of freedom that no one could take away from him. Even if his boss was yelling at him it wouldn t emotionally affect him. Daniel looked at his clock. It was now 9:00 A.M. He worked for many hours and continued, now as Daniel is working it is important to know some information about who he is. Daniel is a very independent man who prides himself on being an individual. He is stubborn but has a quality that makes him resilient. He has been happy most of his life and is usually a content person. He worked the rest of the day and was frantic. He was unable to keep his cool at times and was under great pressure. Every moment he spent typing on his keyboard trying to make a bit of progress. But it seemed like every step forward he took was a step backwards. All he knew is that if he didn t get this done at the very latest by the end of the day, that he was done. The hours seemed to meld together as the minute hand fused with the hour hand. He continued to work as hard as he could. When 5:00 came he was done. He was glad the day was done and was happy that he had avoided a problem but he knew that it would be a short lived peace. He walked outside to the office parking lot, and got in his blue compact car. He started it up and set on his way for the 30 minute ride back to his house. He decided to take the interstate today instead of his main route down the main arterial road of the city. He was able to save about 5 minutes on his way home, and he settled in.
Hi I m home, said Daniel in affirmation. He was in the door and smelled the roast that his wife had cooked, everything was going okay at least at home right now and his relationship had turned a course for the better. He called his kids, Sherry and Michael down, and as his wife Barbara finished making some final touches they all sat down to eat. They all discussed how good the food was, as well as how Michael was doing in his first few weeks in the first grade. Sherry looked up to Michael as her older brother. From the time she was a little girl she had always looked up to him. When Barbara and Daniel were arguing, it was Michael who consoled Sherry telling her that everything would be alright. The day moved on still and after dinner had ended Daniel to his nightly ritual of reading. He enjoyed reading about history and other things. He was an avid reader of just about everything too. Everything from murder mysteries to science fiction. Only through reading could he achieve a sense of emotional ecstasy. Before he knew it was nine in the evening and it was time to put the kids to bed. An hour later he went to bed, watched the news and then shut off the television. He sat talking with Barbara about the troubles of his job, and how he felt about his life. Then their conversation eventually faded into the darkness that enveloped them. He was left alone with his thoughts. Again he thought, how much longer can I really handle this? Is it a matter of years, or is a matter of days? As he pondered these thoughts he slowly drifted off into sleep. He didn t remember what he dreamt about during the course of the night. He was interrupted by his alarm clock, it was 6:30 A.M. again. Time for another day in the grind, time for a sense of dread. He wanted to just not go into work today, but he knew he couldn t do it. He knew he had to do keep working for his family. So he got up again, and as all great men do he thinks about his life in the shower. He got dressed and looked in the mirror as he tied his tie, looking himself in the eyes with a kind of dead confidence, knowing that he could do this. Nothing could stop him a matter what. He ate a true breakfast of champions, coffee and a cigarette. He held himself in a sense of adultation. There is something about confidence that is temporary. But today he had it, he worked hard and got all his work done. He felt on top of the world. He was able to concentrate and for a while he was truly happy. He felt he had dealt with all the hardships and conquered them. He left this day happy and content, and was able to save 10 minutes this day off his time coming back from work. He came in and kissed his wife and embraced her as his kids were playing off in the other room. It seemed all was finally at peace in the Roberts household. He finished supper and then began to read Homer s the Odyssey, the ancient Greek epic of Odysseus. He felt like he could relate to him about how he was invincible. The day ended and he went to bad happy. But like everything in this life all this was temporary. We can think we are okay while our life is lying in shambles. This is a truth illustrated many times in Daniels life, everytime he has faced a hardship, he remained in a sense of happy denial so wouldn t have to face the ugly truth.
He woke up the next day, but something seemed to be missing. He took a shower and then looked in the mirror again. This time he just didn t see the same confidence that he had seen the day before. Something just wasn t there. He ate breakfast as he smoked a cigarette, but today he had a shot of vodka too. As he swallowed it went down hard like the harsh realities of life. He drove off to work and went about his day. But his work was more like the first day of the week then it was yesterday. He was okay in his work but it wasn t his best. He knew he was still on thin ice. But he looked at the pictures of his children and decided what was really important to him. His boss came in and he said that he was happy with his work, but he had some bad news, he was fired. He cleared out his things. He knew this day was coming. He had been in denial even in the days that he was at his most confident. His soul slipped into a spirit of glum. He felt a deep despair. How would he break the news to his family, especially Sherry and Michael. He couldn t go home now, and he did what many men in despair do, drink. He went to a bar and tried to cancel out the day. The alcohol soothed his nerves liked cold water on a burn. He left the bar at 5:00, and prepared to drive home. He was a mess. His hair was disheveled and he had a 5 o clock shadow on his face. He has heart sunk down into the darkness of his sleep. But as he thought what envoy could ever bring to bear the news of losing a job. He knew his life was finished. There was no hope for him at all. He went home and told his family, and they gasped. And his wife cried. He drunk away the day and then the night, and when the next day the alarm went off at 6:30 A.M., he broke it with a hard fist. His wife still had her job, but it wouldn t be enough to support a growing family. He spent the day with a hangover searching for a new job, but with no luck. Days turned to weeks, then weeks to months as his life slowly tore apart. He lashed out at his children and his wife threatened to leave him. But out of all this darkness, a moment of sheer brilliance shined through the fustiness that had defiled his life. A matter what he still had his mind. He thought things might just get better. Forcing a good mood was like shining a brilliant ambience into a cloud of black. No one could take away his freedom of thought, and he was okay, because he was himself. He then smiled to himself and realized that even though everything in his life was falling apart, he has a second chance, and he was happy. Life seemed bittersweet but it was now bearable. He decided to take an interview for a new job, and he was accepted. His search had finally capitulated a reward. He went home and told his family and they were overjoyed. A man had survived what other men think is impossible, and he learned something about himself too. Freedom of thought is richer then gold, silver, or any material wealth. Because with it, we can all find, a new way forward.
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