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He was sitting, all alone, crouched up, at night, in the middle of a desert beach. His hands, clutched around his knee, and his eyes, fixed on the horizon. On that magical line where the worldly affairs, in some strange way joined the heavens. It was a very quiet night, although the sea was very rough, as if in some internal conflict, undesipherable to humans. Together with this apparent clash between the quietness and the chaos in the sea, a slight breeze blew; one of those breeses which with its quiet but steady movement, brought in spindrift, which sprinkled uniformly on his cheek. On this, he turned his cheek, perhaps to protect it from the moisture, perhaps in a vain attempt to try to leave himself, to be a different person for an instant, for a day, for eternity. Upon turning his face, the moon came in to his field of view, a full moon, shining brightly in its loneliness, in its emptiness in between the darkness, surrounded by its small kin, the stars, which are but mere reflections of itself, mere drops in an ocean, grains of sand on a beach. He thought it was the same situation as his, humanity, the moon, and him, but a simple star on the firmament. This feeble light it projected shined on his face, making his fair features stand out. His nose, as if following a continuous line parting from the back of his head was the most prominent feature. His eyes, a deep honey-brown, stood out in the blandness of this semi-obscurity. He pondered a question that had worried mankind since the dawn of time; he wondered about his purpose in life, the reason to his existence. Just as that last thought went through his mind, the sun started coming out. It was probably the most beautiful sunrise he had seen. The light that it brought, revealing the whole spectrum, and all the ranges of color between red and yellow, started to fill the sky. Once his eyes started to get used to the light, they noticed the fact that a silent battle was being fought. An epic battle, comparable to the greatest wars, was taking place. A classic conflict, bewteen light and darkness, an event that occurred every morning, and every night, throughout history, ever since light and darkness where separated. This light was cleansing, it brought two things, both a new day, and the feeling that he was entering a new stage of his life. A stage of happiness, a stage where he wasn’t going to be the one that was always morose, a stage of bliss. As he watched his pains, the darkness and all his unhappiness wash away with the newborn light, he noticed that the sea had calmed down. That tumultuous sea that he saw the previous night seemed but a mere figment of his imagination, he now looked upon a calm body of water, as if it were a great carpet of blue. He then noticed that he too was calm; he was calmer, and happier than he had been in his life. After that, one last tear rolled down his cheek, if a sign of happiness, relief or simply an accumulation of the dampness in the air, he never knew, but he remembered that final drop as long as he lived. That closing drop was the event that put an end to his previous life, as if he had decided to mend his ways, toss happiness into oblivion and adopt bliss as his motto.