It was a truth about himself he was certain of as he sat on his bedroom floor, his back pressed against the wall, staring into the darkness. This feeling was old. It was familiar. A yawning cavern that was desperate to be filled. And fill it he had done, for years. With alcohol, with sex. With work. But here he was, sober, desiring no woman besides the one who had left him, with no choice but to allow grief to roll over him in waves. That experience was new. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he had spent so many years avoiding the emotion. It was desolate and raw. It forced him to examine every dark space inside of him and acknowledge the fact that in many ways he was severely lacking. Yes, he had defied the odds. Defeating poverty, climbing up the ranks in business... But it was empty. In the end, all of it was empty. What had it accomplished? What had it done for him? All of that money and he had not been able to buy himself a soul.
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