He rose from the old bench and looked back. There was a time where it had been all white and clean. It was now all gray - pieces of white paint had fallen off and drifted away towards unknown destinations.
He had spent his life waiting. He remembered his youth quite well. He had waited for everybody to come back. One after the other, the women he had known and fell in love with had gone away - some promising to be back one day, and others simply disappearing.
He had lived to wait, and waited to start living. It's always hard to face the truth. The theist who has always worshipped God is terrified to even contemplate a situation where the Lord doesn't exist. They all tend to slam their fists on their belief, yelling to block the voices of the others - NO, NO NO! Well, for once, he stopped and placed his hands in his pockets. He had wasted a good part of his life believing and trusting others. He hadn't lived for himself.
It was there, the cold, solid truth. There was no mistaking it. He had wasted his life on something which had never existed in the first place. He was still glad he hadn't spent each and every Sunday at the church. The shade of the great tree extended towards the grayish bench was however worth it. He walked towards his new life, and felt greatly relieved.
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