All my life long, I have always felt like I was running.
Always running.
People called me driven, but I knew that I was actually being chased.
"Michael," said his new therapist as he was resettling into his office chair after closing the windows, "What does this have to do with the death of your daughter?"
Silence.
The atmosphere felt very tense and thick with emotion while Michael was giving this therapist a death stare.
"I thought I am supposed to be paying for you to listen to me."
"That's the problem with rich people," said the therapist in a matter of fact manner, "They always think it's all about them. What you need to first learn is that you are nothing special."
"Huh" said Michael, "I don't think that I can talk to an idiot like you any longer."
Michael leaned back into his seat and made a call.
"Why are you still here?" asked Ed.
"That's none of your business."
Michael called his chauffeur and asked him to be ready, he then went straight back home that evening after his therapy session.
Michael felt terrible within himself, instead of finding a solution to his problems, he felt like a bigger weight had been added on to them.
In spite of how insignificant this therapist was in the grand scheme of things, he had unknowingly tapped into one of Michael's biggest fears.
That all his hard work and his striving was useless in the face of the old demons he was trying to get away from.
"Am I really cursed?" he wondered as he stared into the darkness in his room which stared right back at him. Nothing ever seemed to go right for him.
All that he had attained, he felt like he had had to claw his way up the mountains of perils to reach the peak of success. Yet, the peak didn't feel like a peak. Especially not with the death of his little, precious daughter.
"Why have I been singled out to live an excruciating life that doesn't make any sense to me?" Michael asked.
"Does God really love me?"
"Because why do I feel like I am hated."
Michael couldn't find any answers within himself that night.
Early the next morning long before dawn, he summoned his housekeeper Mr. James.