It didn’t take long after he came to terms with the shatter. It reminded him of a faint memory. A memory that ashamed him everytime the neurons in his brains chose to remind him.
It tore, just like he remembered. He associated. But couldn’t fathom. Obviously, the reasons were far apart. Maybe he chose not to measure.
Questions died before they arose. He skipped them just like a professional athelete subconsciously does when jumping through hurdles. Only obvious fact staring in his face was a response that would prove a point, from his summation.
So he reacted. Reprehensive, but ardent from his perspective. “Do you get the point”, he profusely pointed out under his breath.
A few hours later, he attempted his meditative analysis. Drew conclusions.
A few days later, tried validating his conclusions.
Months later, he found himself exhausted & invalidated.
In time when he looks back now, he affirms that the reaction is hardly recalled. It’s the choke that still chokes!
His search for validation has been out of the window, years ago.
And thus, in invalidation & deception, were scarred the rest of the years, that began one solitary October evening.