6 O'Clock
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As the clock struck six in the morning, Wigan knew it was time to leave the convenience store and return home. He had been working tirelessly for days, trying to meet the deadline for an important event. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing out on life outside of work.
When stepping out of the building, he heard the familiar tune of "6 O'clock" by The Verve playing from a nearby café. The melancholic melody and the lyrics struck a chord within Wigan, reminding him of the beauty of life that he was missing out on.
"Six o'clock I'm wasted
She is in my bones
This city's all gone dead on me, again
May as well find my way home."
He had always felt like an outsider. Despite his best efforts, he struggled to connect with people and often felt no one knew him. Maybe it was because he was an introvert or had difficulties opening up to others.
"No one really knows me
No one ever said
Surely isn't free
Surely, doesn't end, honey
Like a playing song in my head
Drifting on, here I am."
The song abruptly reminded Wigan of the day he stumbled upon a poetry slam at a local restaurant. As he listened to the poets spill their souls onto the stage, he felt a pang of envy. He wished he could express herself like that, to bare his soul and share it with the world.
After the show ended, Wigan approached one of the poets and asked for advice on how to write poetry. The poet smiled and handed him a pen and paper. "Write what you feel. Don't worry about what others might think. Just let the words flow," she said.
Wigan took the poet's words to heart and started writing. He wrote about his struggles, his fears, and his dreams. He wrote about the things that made him happy and the ones that made him sad. Wigan wrote until his fingers ached and his eyes blurred.
As he wrote, he realized that no one had ever told him expressing himself had to be easy. It wasn't free, but the price was worth it. Wigan felt lighter, more peaceful, and more connected to himself than ever.
One day, Wigan decided to share his poetry with the world. He mustered up the courage to perform at an open mic night. While standing on the stage, he felt like all eyes were on her. But as he began to speak, everything else melted away. Like a playing song in his head, his words flowed effortlessly from his lips.
Once Wigan finished his poem, he looked up and saw the faces of the audience. They were captivated and touched. He realized that sharing his words had connected him to others in a way he never thought possible. Since then, he kept writing and performing. He drifted on, the words guiding him to new places and new people. He had been no longer an outsider but a part of something bigger than himself.
Unfortunately, when he thought everything was fine, an obstacle bumped him in the face. Wigan's boss said they had a negative revenue summary report this year, so they must prepare a new event to put everything back on track. He chose Wigan to be the leader of this project, which made him have to stay over at the store for nights. Wigan was stressful, for sure. He had never done anything like that. Thus, the worries arose and obliterated the joy with poems he had just had.
Back to the present, Wigan knew he had to cheer himself up. Therefore, he decided to take a detour on his way home and stroll through the nearby park. The park was bustling with people, elders exercising, couples walking hand in hand, and friends laughing together. He noticed the beauty of the sunrise and felt the freshness of the morning breeze on his face. It was as if he was seeing the world for the first time in a long term.
He walked past a group of musicians playing "6 O'clock" on their guitars. The music seemed to encapsulate everything he was feeling at that moment. He sat on a nearby bench and closed his eyes, letting the music and the world around him envelop him.
"Heading for the blue light
Shivered back again
Almost in the blue light
When you shivered back again, old friend
It's coming on, in my head...
Playing on and on
Something too hard will be ok
The things you do...
It 's coming with you
Here comes the blue light
Here comes the blue light
Still playing on..."
Impulsively, Wigan wanted to have an adventure. Leaving the park, he got on his journey to find the blue light he had heard about from his old friend. She had described it as a mystical force that could bring peace and clarity to one's mind.
Wigan had always been curious about the unknown, and discovering something new excited him. He walked miles, passing through dense forests and rocky terrain, until he finally reached where his friend had seen the blue light.
As he stood there, he felt a shiver run down his spine. It was almost as if the blue light was calling out to him. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, heading towards the light.
The closer he got, the stronger the feeling became. He felt as though something was guiding him towards it, something that he could not see but could feel. And then, suddenly, Wigan was there. He stood in front of the blue light. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was a pulsating ball of energy, radiating an otherworldly glow. While observing it, he felt the shiver run down his spine again, but this time, it was different. It was a shiver of clarity and peace, just as his friend had promised.
Moreover, the spectacular view gave Wigan another perspective. He realized that life was not just about work and deadlines but about undergoing and savoring the moments that made life worth living. The blue light had shown him that there was more to life than what he had been experiencing, and he was grateful for this newfound sense of purpose and appreciation for life. With a renewed sense of wonder, Wigan returned home and was ready to embrace each day with open arms and a fresh viewpoint. The blue light had given him the clarity he needed, and he knew its energy would always guide him. Even though the future might be blurry, he believed he would find his unique way of dealing with life.
"Six o'clock I'm wasted
She is in my bones again
City's all gone right dead
May as well find my way."
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