The war in his mind is finally won...

As you locked eyes, and the world felt a tremble, he wondered if perhaps this was the happiest he's ever been. He feels so at ease, as if life had lifted its encumbrance and finally allowed him to take his first breath. Laughter envelops even the mundane, and he catches himself wishing his days wouldn't end - that he'd be able to live through them as one singular entity, engorged within an endless stream of repeated existence. He is cautions though, and above all grateful, for he knows that as everything, even this sense of serenity is fleeting. Probably lasting only long enough to inflict a greater wound down the line, a lesson one must learn in order to move forward. Yet realising this, must not deter you from enjoying it while it lasts. You must nurture it. Feed it with the willpower to maintain itself, despite the world trying its earnest to tear it apart. Fight for it. Demand it. Shout out its name, then ... let go.