Tom's Fight.....

The next day Tom was a mess, he hadn’t written anything at all the day before, not to mention the 6 months prior to that and it was all starting to weigh heavily on him. Would it remain just a dream to finish his book? The stories told to friends and well wishers just throw away lines forever “Yeah I’m writing a book.” “Fantastic, what’s it about?” “Well…..” The amount of times he’d heard that question, every time he answered it another weight was added to the chain of guilt that lay around his neck. Had too much water passed under the bridge, the simple act of putting pen to paper felt like the task of bringing the warring middle to peace parties to the peace table. He couldn’t bring his mind to see it as just another daily task, it didn’t have to be so hard… wake up, eat food, wipe arse, write something. That’s all it was and all it needed to be, but after so much negative thought the act had grown by mammoth proportions, self doubt dominating all discussion at the peace table.
“It doesn’t have to be so hard.”
“Maybe once you had some influence, but you haven’t done anything purposeful all year, I’ve kept his mind busy with plenty of activity, and his life has kept going… in fact he’s stronger than ever before. I got 32 chin ups out of him the other day. What did you do?”
“Yeah you also lost him $42 on the poker table.”
“Well at least he was doing something! What have you made him do lately?”
“Yeah okay I know you’ve kept him going, but is he happy?”
“Of course he’s happy....”
“Is he really?”