Resistance

It takes effort just to enter the building. The resistance is palpable in the air. The presence of certain individuals seems to make it worse. I feel like Charles Moriorty trudging through thick fog across the moor. There is always uncertainty or the unknown lurking nearby. The melancholy is overpowering. And yet trudge one must. In the case of Charles Moriorty it was his heart pining for Miss Stapleton that gave him courage in darkness of the Moor. Like the horrid acts of Hugo Baskerville which unleashed the curse on the family and the Hound from hell, there are the events of the past which make their presence felt, when one looks around at the same people and places. While it was Miss Stapleton who provided the much needed courage to Charles Baskerville, to me it is the search for the elusive success that once seemed second nature to me. With that hope in my heart, I turn up every day to do what I must. And to do the best I can. I look at the images of the Gods and Saints, hoping that I would finally be blessed with success. That the terrible events of the past will be long forgotten. But the vibrations of the events are palpable. The battle scars are yet to heal. But move on I must! For the soul wants, what the soul needs!