The pressure

An empty man said that he loved a little being above all else, that the pressure he felt from the sky weighed heavily on his lungs and heart for a long time. He had trouble breathing, trouble walking, trouble taking a step forward. With the pressure, he couldn't get his thoughts in order, so he said many crazy things and his paranoia interrupted his day once again... But that little being who was always present reminded him that his time was the present, reminded him that he had to keep going no matter how difficult it was. It reminded him that he had a goal.

That little being was a light that guided him and insisted that he must keep going, even if only for a few minutes at a time. And so he walked day and night until he became thirsty from lack of water... the little being provided him with what he needed as much as it could, especially energy and strength to endure... the pressure. It was a pressure he felt relentlessly, weighing down his tiny lungs and heart, but at least he could live another day. He had to keep going for that little being, he had to keep walking and waiting for the day when he could reach that little being of light that had obsessed him so much and awakened in him a feeling of hope for a change he desired and that was yet to come.

But the pressure was so intense that the road became so heavy, and yet he fought against it and was able to keep walking. Because of that little being of light and hope, he was able to keep walking despite everything. His heart beat and beat, pumping blood at a moving pace. When he managed to reach the little being, he could finally be free and happy forever. It was all he needed; it was just a path he had to walk to get to the little being that would give him his freedom, his happiness, his love for himself and for others. But the pressure was getting heavier and heavier and threatening his life. Could he resist walking despite the pressure...? He just wanted to get to the end...