The autumn golden brown leaves were falling from those ageless trees. A slight warm breeze was blowing.
When I came across this middle-aged person, he had no smile on his face. His outlook radiated no joy. As if he was carrying the world upon his lean shoulders.
As I began to approach this person, he took a step back and looked at me with a questioning frown on his face.
Almost as if to say, “what do you want from me?” About ten minutes passed by then he began to trust me.
He told me his story, and I just listened, but I couldn’t believe what he told me.
His whole life was a life of sheer misery and judging others.
In his mind, he thought that he was correct, but in reality, he wasn’t. That self-righteous attitude ate at him like vultures eating their first meal.
To me, he was living in a self-made prison designed purely for him. In the end, I spoke to him.
I don’t know what happened to him. I just thought what a lonely soul he was.