Was there any point to my life, or, was I deluding everyone?
Was there any point to my life, or, was I deluding everyone?
The inevitable anger was next as he concluded his conversation with his inner self, and took the only options left open to a normal thinking man when confronted by the enormity of abject disillusionment. He relinquished his grasp on his tangible life provided by his medication and renounced all claim to the reasons he had lived for. That was when normality died and Albert decided to stop living.
During this period of introspection he had been frugal with the truth. Perhaps, it was simply a clouded memory, or the memories of the many disagreements he"d had with his son banished from recollection through necessity. Only he knew the truth, but the inheritance of an iron
